In the plaza, the hasty departing figure of the Sword Venerable caused the originally boisterous, fervent scene to quietly fall somewhat silent.
The many alchemists exchanged glances, their hearts filled with alarm and uncertainty.
A Three-Star Battle Venerable, stationed in the Eastern Region of Central Plains and ruling over the Myriad Sword Pavilion—a giant of the region!
He had always been calm and composed, his expression unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. Just who had arrived to make him disregard his dignity, interrupt the recruitment, and hastily leave to receive them?
Xiao Yan watched the Sword Venerable vanish into the horizon, his brows slightly furrowed as he asked in a low voice,
"Brother Xuan, for someone to make a Battle Venerable lose his composure and rush off like that, their identity must be terrifying, right?"
Little Fairy Doctor beside him also wore a grave expression, her fingertips tensing slightly as she secretly remained on guard.
Central Plains was filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. They had only just arrived and had yet to gain a foothold, so they truly did not wish to suddenly become entangled in a conflict between top-tier factions.
Yao Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing toward the Supreme Hall shrouded in clouds and mist deep within the Myriad Sword Mountains. A trace of understanding flashed through his eyes as he spoke calmly,
"There is no need for concern. In the entire Eastern Region of Central Plains, there are very few who could make the Myriad Sword Pavilion and even the Sword Venerable treat them with such caution, even deliberately lowering their stance."
"But there are not that few either..."
"After all, the Myriad Sword Pavilion is merely ranked third among the Four Pavilions. Above the Four Pavilions, there are still