The three of them stood atop three-foot azure blades.
Sword Qi pierced the heavens, cleaving through layers of mist as they landed steadily upon the broadest white jade paving stones at the center of the ferry dock.
At their head stood a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back.
His face was lean, his expression stern, and an air of aloof pride showed between his brows.
Half a step behind him followed two young people, a man and a woman.
Both wore haughty expressions and looked straight ahead, paying no heed to the bustling cultivators and demons around them.
The three wore blue-green robes. The previously noisy, chaotic ferry dock fell silent the instant people saw those clothes.
The commotion stopped at once.
A full three breaths passed.
Then, after the silence, the crowd erupted.
"Jieqing Sect!"
"Cultivators from Jieqing Sect!"
"Why have they come here?!"
Jieqing Sect.
One of the Nine Great Dao Sects.
Throughout the fifty-thousand-mile Great Marsh, it was an absolute overlord.
As one of the Nine Great Dao Sects of orthodox humanity, it was one thing for them to ignore the life and death of ordinary Rogue Cultivators oppressed by demons.
But now—
They had brazenly set foot upon Guanlan Island.
To celebrate a demon's birthday?!
What the hell did that mean?!
Among the crowd, many human cultivators wore complicated expressions. Beneath their lowered gazes flashed grief and indignation they could not conceal.
Yet not one of them dared make a sound.
Before the ferry dock.
The carp demon that had been so domineering moments ago now stood frozen in shock.
Its bulging fish eyes stared fixedly at the three blue-robed sword cultivators before it.
Though the Immortal Lord had the Southern Immortal Palace behind him and could summon wind and rain throughout the Great