Many Possess Impressive Strength, Few Possess Unshakable Character

The sun sank beyond the western hills.

The Open Palace Celebration drew to a close.

The guests from the six commanderies rose one after another, once again bowing and offering their congratulations toward the seat of honor, saying all the blessings and polite words that needed to be said.

Zhao Xuanji responded to each of them with a solemn expression, maintaining the bearing of an Open Palace Martial Artist.

The bustle of Cangwu Mountain faded layer by layer as the guests departed.

At the entrance to the Sect's Main Hall, Ye An stepped inside after receiving word from Zhao Xuanji.

The moment Ye An entered the Main Hall, the doors slowly closed behind him, cutting off the evening afterglow and the noisy sounds outside.

The warm light of the setting sun streamed through the high lattice windows, casting several long, slanting shadows across the Main Hall.

Zhao Xuanji stood with his back to the doors, his hands clasped behind him.

Hearing Ye An approach, Zhao Xuanji turned around. His gaze settled on Ye An, and a rich smile slowly spread across his lips.

"You did well this time."

Zhao Xuanji's voice held undisguised praise. "Two Realm of Perfection Martial Techniques, four... double inner arts supporting you—there are few people in the Qi Condensation Realm who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you in combat strength."

"I was very satisfied with the way you handled the martial artists from the six commanderies today. You showed proper respect to those who came to seek guidance in good faith. As for that boy from the Soul-Rending Sect who harbored ill will, your performance pleased me even more. That is exactly how you deal with people like him. When it is time to be ruthless, be ruthless."

"That White Tiger Thunderclap Sword of yours