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Along the way, Xin'er led twelve Yi Sword Sect disciples toward Dongping Circuit, and the journey had been fairly peaceful. After all, their identities and strength spoke for themselves.
In the eyes of some great sects, Xiantian Martial Artists were nothing special, merely the foundation of a sect's strength.
But in the Martial Arts World, they were genuine experts. In some small places, a single Xiantian Martial Artist could even dominate an entire region.
More importantly, there was Xin'er and the others' identity.
A dozen or so Xiantian Martial Artists under twenty were obviously from no ordinary background. Their manner of speaking and their martial skills made it easy to tell they were disciples of the Yi Sword Sect.
Even the top sects of the Martial Arts World wouldn't dare offend the Yi Sword Sect, one of the Five Sword Sects, let alone some minor powers.
That "Mystic Heart Sword Master," Meng Jingxian, was a ruthless man. He wasn't someone ordinary people could afford to provoke.
Still, this trip through the Martial Arts World had left a deep impression on Xin'er and the others. They now understood what people meant by the dangers of the Jianghu.
As they traveled, they had tried to uphold justice, and they had succeeded a few times. But those successes had nothing to do with their own abilities. Their opponents had recognized them as Yi Sword Sect disciples and decided to show them some respect. Otherwise, those people wouldn't have given a thought to these greenhorns who had only just entered the world.
A round-faced girl standing beside Xin'er grumbled, "Those people in the Jianghu don't seem to take us seriously at all. Every time, they put on this disdainful look, like, 'Since you're