Since his debut!
The White-Clad Sword Cultivator had fought his way into the top three of the Great Xia Prodigy Rankings with nothing but himself and a sword!
The world believed him to be solitary by nature.
In truth, he simply could not fit into any sect or Lineage. Free by nature, he disliked being bound by rules. If he did not want to do something, then even if the Heavenly King himself came, he still would not do it.
Following Chen Qiu, he suddenly realized that the path of cultivation could be walked by so many people together.
Lively and bustling—it was rather nice.
He had always envied such groups, especially when he was being hunted by a crowd. Damn it, he had not even had anyone to entrust his last words to.
From now on, he could finally bully the few with the many, just like the other sects.
"I want to be the Grand Elder."
Fat Dragon, standing to the side, seriously patted the scholar on the shoulder. "What do you say, Scholar? I joined Brother Qiu before you did, so my seniority is a little greater. You have no objections, right?"
"None."
The scholar shook his head with a helpless smile. "Then I'll be the Second Elder."
"Can I be the Third Elder?"
The bearded, burly man standing nearby hesitantly asked in a muffled voice.
"Of course."
Chen Qiu looked at them and laughed. "From now on, the reputation of the Mocking Heaven Sect will depend on you all."
"My heavens. How terrifying."
Windward City was already a complete wreck. Corpses littered the ground. The city lord of Windward City, who had returned at some unknown time, was dispatching people to gather the bodies and clear the bluestone roads piled high with building debris.
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