Dusk Clouds Stained!
The last smear of blood-red sunset at the horizon spilled across the White Cloud Sect's mountain-guarding formation, refracting into ten thousand rays of rosy light and casting half the vault of heaven into a hazy glow.
Inside the quiet chamber, atop the Cloud Bed...
Cheng Buzheng's eyes were slightly closed, his aura faint and indistinct, as though he had merged with the clouds around him.
Yet the lake of his heart was far from still as an ancient well.
"The sword heart has been stained by dust... In Old Monster Wei's current state, I fear he will find it difficult to continue along the path of the Sword Cultivator."
He pondered silently, the thought as soft as a sigh, carrying a trace of barely perceptible wistfulness.
Outside the White Cloud Sect's Sect Protection Formation, he had long seen through this seemingly tense farce as clearly as fire.
True Lord Wei of the Ancient Sword Sect had never truly intended to settle any old scores with the other side, much less had he deliberately tried to provoke Cheng Changqing into acting in order to test his true strength, as Cheng Changqing had guessed.
How could Cheng Buzheng fail to understand Old Monster Wei's intentions?
He was merely making an issue of it and going with the current.
Earlier, when True Lord Wei of the Ancient Sword Sect had cast a sidelong glance at a certain patch of empty space, it was not because he had found nothing there.
On the contrary, Old Monster Wei had discovered several Nascent Soul Cultivators who had arrived early and concealed themselves within the void.
Precisely because of this...
He had gone with the flow and played out this little scene with the other party.
For ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators, such scheming and