Kunlun Mountains, a storm was brewing.
The elders of the Four Great Sects were especially on high alert.
Li Dalu, far away at Wutong Academy in the imperial city of Jinling, and the dean, Huangfu Xuanyuan, made a decision no one could have expected.
Li Dalu and the blacksmith would lead the few disciples still at the Academy to Kunlun Mountains to attend the Sword Sect's annual Spring Grand Competition.
Let alone Liu Xian'er, who could barely contain her excitement.
Long Jingyu and Tang Tian, along with Wang Furong and several female disciples, had all been looking forward to this day for who knew how long.
Inside the carriage, Liu Xian'er took Wang Furong's hand and asked, "Senior Sister, we should be able to see Brother Wang Xian this time, right?"
Wang Furong hummed, then replied thoughtfully, "Probably?"
After a moment, she realized that might not be right and added, "You'll have to ask your teacher about that."
Liu Xian'er giggled. "You're so unfair, Sister. You went to Kunlun Mountains with Sister Long ages ago, but you didn't bring Xian'er along."
Wang Furong shook her head. "Whose word do you want to listen to, your teacher's or your sister's?"
The little girl froze. She tilted her head and thought for a long while, but couldn't make sense of it, so she simply kept quiet.
Long Jingyu asked the blacksmith before him, "Master, how many more days until we reach Kunlun Mountains?"
To him, it felt like the curiosity of a young boy.
He had finally arrived at the place where Wang Xian had once wreaked havoc on the Kunlun Sword Sect. He wanted to see the legendary Twelve Towers, and the tower that the Five Worthies had brought crashing down with a single arrow.
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