Shen Yue, dressed in Qingxiao Sect's blue robes, walked down the broad stone steps, followed closely by a crowd of Qingxiao Sect disciples. Looking down, they saw that many martial artists were following them as well.
These martial artists had come to watch the excitement. They had guessed that Qingxiao Sect wouldn't let the matter rest, and sure enough, they had waited long enough to see the Sword God arrive in person. They were thrilled.
The broad staircase had well over a hundred steps and led to Tianxuan Mountain's gate. The gate stood tall enough to touch the sky, with a plaque bearing the words "Orthodox Sect of Tianxuan" in bold, imposing strokes that spoke to the holy land's deep foundations.
Dozens of Tianxuan Mountain disciples were already waiting beneath the gate.
Tianxuan Mountain stood far from the secular world, and its disciples were few in number. Still, the sect had a long history, and there were three or four hundred disciples on the mountain. But beside the vastness of Tianxuan Mountain, even that many were not enough to dispel its loneliness.
The Tianxuan Mountain disciples all looked at Shen Yue, their gazes complicated.
Though Shen Yue hadn't drawn his sword, he strode forward like a treasured blade with its edge bared. Li Yang, Yang Dong, and the others didn't possess that same presence.
Tianxuan Mountain stood far from the secular world, so news from the martial world reached it slowly. Yet that delay only meant the Sword God's lingering reputation still held sway in their hearts.
This man was the one who had come closest to becoming a Martial Arts Myth in a hundred years. He had once been the undisputed Number One Under Heaven.
Li Qingqiu was formidable, but to many, his name was too new. Shen Yue