Only by breaking could one rebuild, and only after breaking could one rise anew.
It could be considered a blessing in disguise.
But he never wanted such a blessing to happen again.
As time passed, the major sects had also arrived before True Martial Hall.
Besides the five major sects—Shaolin, Emei Sect, Kongtong Sect, Mount Hua, and Kunlun—there were also many smaller sects that followed behind them.
Aside from sects like Emei Sect that had close ties with Wudang and presented generous birthday gifts, most of the others had merely brought something hastily prepared, while many had not prepared anything at all.
Soon afterward, they began heatedly discussing Xie Xun's deeds. Not a single sentence mentioned the Dragon Slaying Saber, yet every sentence was about the Dragon Slaying Saber.
Though the atmosphere before True Martial Hall was exceptionally lively, an icy chill permeated the air.
Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes and calmly looked at the crowd below.
He said nothing, but as his gaze swept over them, no one below dared meet his eyes. Those who had been passionately discussing Xie Xun fell silent and lowered their heads. A deathly stillness descended before True Martial Hall.
The leaders of sects such as Shaolin, Kongtong Sect, and Mount Hua could not help but feel shocked.
Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have grown even stronger. They did not even have the courage to meet his gaze?!
The older he grew, the more transcendent his strength became.
He truly became more monstrous with age.
Someone secretly raised his head to glance at Zhang Sanfeng, then quickly lowered it again.
And perhaps it was only an illusion, but aside from his white hair and beard, why did Zhang Sanfeng not look like a centenarian at all?
He looked far younger than they did.
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