Three days flashed by.
At the foot of Yan Dang Mountain, a group of cultivators with long sabers strapped to their backs raced forward, lightly skimming through the forest like dragonflies touching water as they climbed to the mountainside. The new sect gate had already come into view.
At the sight of the brand-new plaque above the gate, the leader's eyes turned icy.
"New Sword Sect?"
"The name is straightforward enough, but a newly established sect actually dares to disregard the might of our Golden Saber Sect. A newborn calf truly does not fear a tiger. They've got nerve!"
At his words, the expressions of those behind him varied. One of them quietly cupped his fists in salute.
"Senior Disciple Brother, according to rumors, the New Sword Sect's sect master seems to have some real ability, and their Great Protector's cultivation is formidable as well. We must not underestimate them on this trip!"
No sooner had he finished than the square-faced man at the front turned back with a cold gaze.
"Hmph! Are you teaching me how to do things?"
The young man behind him lowered his head in fright and repeatedly apologized.
"Please forgive me, Senior Disciple Brother. I was only thinking of the sect's interests. How would I dare instruct you..."
Seeing his timid appearance, the square-faced man's eyes filled with disdain. As he walked steadily onward, he spoke in a low, indifferent voice.
"I have already investigated this clearly. The New Sword Sect's sect master has never made a move. It was only because of their Great Protector that they killed the former Soaring Sword Sect master and seized this foundation."
"What kind of trash sect was the Soaring Sword Sect? I'm sure you all know, so there is no need for me to say more. That