Most of these cultivators were Rogue Cultivators, here simply to watch the excitement. Later, they could brag to the younger generation of their own families that they had seen the grand spectacle of the world.
"The mountain-opening ceremony will begin in half an hour. All major forces and fellow Daoists, please take your seats. Do not wander about, lest some misunderstanding arise and spoil the fun."
An elder of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain spoke in a deep voice. After what had happened last night, Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain remained under absolute lockdown, while investigations continued in secret.
Yet what puzzled them was that they could not uncover the slightest trace, and whoever had acted had been utterly unscrupulous, mercilessly smashing even the hall they used to conceal their treasures.
Many treasures had been destroyed. Such a wanton squandering of heaven's gifts enraged many elders to the extreme.
If they could find the culprit, they would surely pull out his tendons and strip his bones.
Just then, a group approached. A young man walked at the front with three elders behind him, Li Qitian among them. At this moment, he possessed none of an elder's dignity.
He followed behind that young man like a lapdog, his face wreathed in smiles. His old face was nearly scrunched into the shape of a chrysanthemum, making for a truly revolting sight.
"Young Master, these two are my nieces who have come from afar."
As the group arrived before Ye Buqu and the others, Li Qitian immediately introduced them to the young man.
"Xian'er, Yun'er, allow me to introduce you. This is Wang Teng, the young son of the Mountain Lord of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain. Get up and make his acquaintance."
Seeing Li Xian'er remain seated without moving, Li Qitian immediately