As soon as He Fuqiong heard the battle hadn't begun yet, he immediately said, "That's good."
"If this battle begins, I'll go watch it too."
Hearing this, Yan Sichun nodded. She had no interest in the battle between the Mountain Lord and Pei Ling. Even if the Five Righteous Sects all fell to Pei Ling, she wouldn't be moved in the slightest.
The Five Righteous Sects had stood firm in the Panyai Realm for ten thousand years, always towering above the rest. They had their foundations—and their pride.
A temporary defeat, a momentary dip in morale, meant nothing.
It was merely that the Demonic Sect had produced another demon of peerless talent.
At that thought, Yan Sichun immediately took out the Guimeng Sword, gleaming like autumn waters, and asked, "Sect Master, where did Senior Brother Wei's life-bound sword come from?"
He Fuqiong glanced at the flying sword, then said, "When Pei Ling sent me his challenge, the messenger brought it along."
"As for how Pei Ling got it, the messenger didn't say, and I don't know either."
Pei Ling?
Yan Sichun froze. Senior Brother Wei's life-bound sword had been returned by that Holy Son of the Chongming Sect?
Only after a moment did she recover. She immediately said, "Since you've finished comprehending the sword, Sect Master, you can return to the sect on your own."
"I have some matters to attend to and must go to Jiuyi Mountain right away. I'll take my leave."
With that, she paid no heed to whether the Sect Master agreed and immediately used an escape technique, speeding toward Jiuyi Mountain.
He Fuqiong frowned slightly, but feeling that his swordsmanship had advanced further, he had no mind to concern himself with such a trivial matter. He immediately flew toward the Cold Abyss Sword Sect.
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