Those cultivators were merely at the lowest Meridian Opening Realm and could not detect their presence at all. The two of them moved unseen and unheard all the way until they infiltrated the sect. Standing atop the eaves of the main hall, they went unnoticed even by the patrolling disciples passing below.
Several gray-robed disciples had already entered the hall and were reporting what they had gained that day.
Only a few breaths later.
A barrage of curses rang out from within the hall, the tone incomparably vicious!
"Trash!"
"You're all a bunch of trash!"
"You can't even intimidate a few taverns at the foot of the mountain. You've truly tarnished the reputation of our Soaring Sword Sect! If everyone in this sect were as useless as you, wouldn't we all be drinking the northwest wind?"
There was not the slightest bit of refinement in the cursing. Just as the rumors said, they were no different from rough bandits and fierce outlaws.
The next moment.
The young man in black could no longer listen. He leaped down from the hall and slowly stepped inside!
At the sight of the sudden intruder, everyone in the hall was stunned!
"Who goes there?!"
The Sect Master seated high in the main seat tensed as well, the flesh on his face quivering!
"Bastard!"
"What petty thief dares trespass into the main hall of my Soaring Sword Sect?!"
The young man in black ignored him. His eyes lazily swept across the hall. For a place called a main hall, its furnishings truly needed an upgrade. There was practically nothing worthy of catching his eye.
Looking again at the so-called Sect Master, he truly was only in the Heavenly Light Realm. He was nothing but trash that could not be brought before polite company, yet he