The voice outside the door immediately replied respectfully, "Yes!"
A moment later, the voice hesitated. "There's one more thing."
"The person who delivered the challenge also brought a flying sword on Pei Ling's orders."
"It's the Natal Flying Sword of Grand Elder Wei Duanju. Its Sword Spirit has been corroded by Death Qi, but hasn't perished..."
He Fuqiong looked slightly surprised, then asked, "Did the person who delivered the sword say anything?"
The voice outside replied, "Nothing at all."
He Fuqiong thought for a moment, then said, "Understood. Take it to Xinshang Peak and give it to Grand Elder Yan Sichun."
The voice outside answered, "Yes!"
A short while later, the visitor departed, and He Fuqiong continued cultivating.
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Five-Color Valley.
High in the sky, a gigantic flying vessel hung motionless. Countless demons and ghosts darted around its hull, Yin Qi spreading through the air. Not far away, an exquisite Embroidered Pavilion also hovered in midair, its beaded curtains swaying in the fierce astral winds.
Below lay a vast valley, as broad as a great plain, woven with vivid colors. In the deathly stillness, a sickly-sweet scent billowed upward.
Inside the flying vessel, in a cabin on the top deck.
Pei Ling sat in the seat of honor, his eyes half-closed as he calmly regulated his breath.
The challenge had already been sent to Cold Abyss Sword Sect. With the great battle fast approaching, this wasn't the time to continue discussing the Dao with Wenren Lingshe.
As he was thinking, he suddenly sensed an unfamiliar presence rapidly approaching Five-Color Valley.
Pei Ling opened his eyes at once. It carried the sword intent of Cold Abyss Sword Sect; whoever it was had come specifically to find him.
Pei Ling immediately looked toward the approaching presence. His gaze pierced through layer upon