She stepped into the Scroll World.
Her view suddenly opened up.
Spiritual energy so dense it was almost tangible rushed into her face, turning into wisps of white mist that curled around her feet.
Looking into the distance, she saw nine sword peaks rising from the earth.
Each peak radiated a distinctly different, fierce sword intent.
Streaks of light occasionally flashed across the sky, while the ringing of swords rose from the depths of the ravines, lingering without end.
Jiang Yuechu stood on a broad plaza paved with white jade, her calm gaze sweeping over her surroundings.
True Lord Linghan stood beside her, watching her profile intently from the corner of his eye.
He tried to catch even the slightest trace of awe or reverence.
Yet...
The girl merely looked at him in confusion. "What is it? Is there something else?"
"..."
He Wuya and Tang Wanyin exchanged glances, each seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes.
Their deacon was fine in every other respect, but he cared far too much about saving face...
Why did he have to pit himself against a junior now?
"Young friend Jiang, this way, please."
True Lord Linghan drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his frustration, and turned to lead the way.
Inwardly, however, he steeled himself.
This plaza is merely the Jieqing Sect's outer grounds.
Once we reach the inner sect and you witness its true reserves...
We'll see whether you can still remain so unruffled.
The group climbed the white jade steps.
They encountered quite a few Jieqing Sect disciples along the way, all of whom bowed respectfully upon seeing True Lord Linghan.
When their gazes passed over Jiang Yuechu and they noticed she was not wearing Jieqing Sect attire, curiosity and scrutiny crept into their eyes.
The Jieqing Sect rarely admitted