Three days.
Passed in the blink of an eye.
At dawn that day.
On the southeastern horizon.
A great mass of figures appeared first.
The reinforcements from the Profound Sun Sword Sect.
Had arrived.
Leading them was the Great Elder, clad in dark Daoist robes, with the bearing of an immortal sage.
Behind him stood five thousand elite disciples.
Every one of them had a steady aura, their formation meticulously ordered.
All were sword cultivators.
Their sword light joined into a single expanse, gleaming with a biting chill.
"Qingyunzi, Great Elder of the Profound Sun Sword Sect."
"I have brought five thousand disciples to join the alliance!"
Elder Qingyunzi landed on the parade ground.
He cupped his hands in greeting to Xuanyuan Tian Ji, who had come to receive him.
His attitude was considerably more respectful.
Gone was the lofty air of someone from a great sect.
Xuanyuan Tian Ji returned the greeting with a slight bow.
"You have traveled far, Elder Qingyunzi. Thank you for your efforts."
"Your camp is ready."
"Please follow me, Elder."
"Sorry for the trouble, Miss Xuanyuan."
Qingyunzi offered the courteous reply.
Then waved his hand.
The five thousand sword cultivators behind him marched in orderly steps.
Following Xuanyuan Tian Ji toward the southeastern camp.
Their formation was disciplined, without so much as a crow's cry or sparrow's chirp.
The deep foundations of a great sect were on full display.
The Alliance disciples nearby.
Watched the scene, inwardly clicking their tongues in wonder.
The disciples of the Profound Sun Sword Sect.
Truly lived up to their reputation.
Their military discipline and bearing alone.
Far surpassed those of the Alliance disciples who had begun as rogue cultivators.
Yet astonished as they were.
Not one of them felt the slightest inferiority.
Because they knew.
However powerful the