"The elders of the valley and I discussed it. We felt that if we kept building carts behind closed doors, trouble would come sooner or later. So I decided to bring these youngsters out myself, to visit your Mystic Sanctuary and broaden their horizons. They need to learn that beyond every person stands another, and beyond every sky lies another sky."
At that, Lu Chenyuan turned slightly and cupped his hands toward Jian Wuya, his tone growing more sincere. "Sorry for the trouble, Brother Jian."
Jian Wuya burst into hearty laughter. "No need to stand on ceremony with me. We've been friends for over ten thousand years. My East Academy's young talents will be here soon—"
He changed tack. "But Old Lu, don't go back on our wager. If you lose, remember to give me that Enlightenment Sword Bamboo."
Enlightenment Sword Bamboo was an Eleventh-Grade Spirit Herb.
It could help warriors rapidly comprehend the Sword Dao Laws, making it precious to a Sword Dao expert like him.
Eleventh-Grade Spirit Herbs were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns even across the entire Mystic Sanctuary.
Jian Wuya had coveted that herb for more than a day or two.
But Lu Chenyuan had never been willing to part with it.
This time, he had finally found his chance.
"No problem. Win our wager, and the bamboo is yours."
Lu Chenyuan smiled, brimming with confidence.
He had complete faith in the seven disciples under his command.
They were Emperor Fall Valley's finest young talents of this generation.
Every one of them was a talent found only once in ten thousand.
Every one of them had been carefully nurtured by the valley's elders.
When Qin Yan arrived at Ten Thousand Swords Peak with Zhang Hao, he immediately sensed a vast Sword Intent