At this moment, Qing Daoxun also jumped down from the roof ridge.
She had just finished nourishing a strand of Yin-Yang Qi with the purple qi of the morning sun.
"When are we going to the Sword Tomb?"
Qin Shaofeng suddenly thought of it.
Qing Daoxun said gently, "They said it would be today, but I don't know exactly when."
A knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Qing Daoxun said, "I'll go take a look."
The one knocking was a Myriad Sword Sect disciple carrying a food box. When he saw Qing Daoxun open the door, he said:
"You two may have breakfast first, then head directly to the Training Ground on Jiancang Mountain—the largest plaza."
"Gather there, and then Sect Master will take you to the Sword Tomb."
Qing Daoxun nodded, accepted the food box, and said, "Thank you for the trouble."
"It's no trouble. Please enjoy your meal."
The disciple bowed and took his leave.
Qing Daoxun placed the food box on the stone table in the courtyard, opened it, and laid out the food one by one.
There were two bowls of porridge garnished with pale green vegetable leaves, two eggs even larger than goose eggs, and a plate of smoked meat.
Qin Shaofeng glanced over it. It looked rather light.
After examining it, Qing Daoxun said, "These two eggs seem to be from rare birds. Their price alone is extraordinary—enough to pay for a full table of dishes at Autumn Water Tower."
Qin Shaofeng also knew that the Myriad Sword Sect would certainly not treat them poorly.
He sat down and finished the meal with Qing Daoxun before heading straight to the Training Ground.
The geniuses from the other sects were basically all present at the Training Ground.
Before long, everyone had arrived. Yan Qiouming said,