Song Tian grinned. "I wouldn't know either."
But a trace of sorrow appeared on Nangong Yunxiang's face.
He murmured, "The Four Great Sects finally gathered at Kunlun Sword Sect, and now it's snowing, too. I wonder whether Wang Xian has returned to the Daoist temple, and whether he'll come to the Sword Sect alone to face them."
He had spent the whole journey walking on eggshells.
He felt he had plenty of martial skill, yet nowhere to use it. What a waste.
If he hadn't been following the sect leader, he didn't think he would have had the courage to make it this far.
After all, in the secret realm at Humen Pass all those years ago, he had already seen what Wang Xian could do when trapped in a desperate situation.
So what if all the heroes under heaven had gathered at Kunlun now?
At the thought, he took a swig of wine and clicked his tongue. "You people are really broad-minded. If Wang Xian hadn't driven back the barbarian army, the elders of the Four Great Sects in the imperial capital would probably have surrendered long ago."
Hearing this, Long Qingmei couldn't bring herself to laugh.
Thinking it over carefully, he wasn't wrong.
In her heart, she knew that no matter how powerful the leaders of the Four Great Sects were, Feng Linglong alone was peerless, a match for no one.
And even a peerless prodigy like her had been sent packing by Wang Xian, hadn't she?
She had gone through the void and vanished atop Broken Dragon Mountain, at the very place where Bai Youyue had once ascended!
After a long silence, she murmured, "I think I understand why Sect Leader Hua didn't want to come to Kunlun to watch the excitement. Perhaps she already reached her