Between Qingxiao Mountain and Ziyang Peak, many disciples had gathered on the open ground, and more were still arriving from the two mountains.
Ji Ya came over with five Sword Sect disciples. They were the same children who had been imprisoned alongside him in the prefectural governor's underground palace, and they had all grown up now.
Yang Lin stared wide-eyed at the severed tree trunk before her, which loomed like a small mountain. "It's enormous!"
The trunk stood upright on the grass, five zhang wide and two zhang high. Its grain was clearly visible, and a faint half-outline of an eye could be seen, taking up most of its surface.
She wasn't the only one. The other disciples gathered around were discussing it too.
"I heard this is a severed limb from the Qi Clan's demon."
"It's only been three days. The demon the Qi Clan raised is already dead?"
"Do you even have to ask? The Sect Master must've ridden his divine eagle to the northern border."
"Exactly. We haven't seen the Sect Master these past few days. He's incredible, always dealing with the sect's greatest threats all by himself."
"The Qi Clan was so foolish. They just had to send a demon to torment us. They were asking for death. No good would come of angering the Sect Master."
Listening to the disciples, Yang Lin turned to Ji Ya and asked, "Did the Sect Master really go to the northern border?"
Ji Ya shook his head. "I don't know either, but I really haven't seen him these past few days."
At that, Yang Lin grew a little worried.
Another companion smiled. "What are you thinking? Is there an opponent in this world the Sect Master can't handle? Besides, this tree trunk means he's already finished the fight. It'll