Her field of vision suddenly opened up.
Spiritual energy so dense it was nearly tangible rushed toward her, turning into wisps of white mist that curled around her feet.
Looking into the distance, she saw nine sword peaks rising from the earth.
Each sword peak radiated a completely different, razor-sharp sword intent.
Streams of light occasionally streaked across the sky, while waves of sword cries rose endlessly from the depths of the abyssal valley.
Jiang Yuechu stood upon a broad plaza paved with white jade, her calm gaze sweeping over her surroundings.
True Lord Ling Han stood at her side, his peripheral vision fixed firmly upon her profile.
He tried to catch even the slightest trace of shock or reverence.
The result was—
The young woman merely looked at him in confusion. "What is it? Is there anything else?"
"..."
He Wuya and Tang Wanyin exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Their own deacon was good in every way, except that he cared far too much about saving face...
Why did he have to compete with a junior at a time like this?
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, this way, please."
True Lord Ling Han took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the frustration in his heart as he turned and led the way.
Yet inwardly, he hardened his resolve.
This plaza was merely where the Azure Boundary Sect's outer sect lay.
Once they reached the inner sect and she witnessed the sect's true foundations—
Let's see whether she could still remain so calm and unruffled.
The group climbed the white jade stairs step by step.
Along the way, they encountered quite a few Azure Boundary Sect disciples. Upon seeing True Lord Ling Han, all of them respectfully saluted him.
When their gazes passed over Jiang Yuechu and