The Sword Sect's Sword Master would turn three hundred at the end of the month.
What did that mean?
The traditional Sword Sect system, famed for its explosive combat power, stood alongside Bright Sect's Martial Cultivation system, which excelled at prolonged battles, as Great Yi's two strongest Cultivation Systems. The three-hundred-year-old Old Sword Master was one of the most powerful humans in Great Yi, perhaps even the world. Who anywhere on the planet would refuse to show him respect?
And this was his three-hundredth birthday.
Even the president of Lanya would send a congratulatory message.
Great Yi's New Emperor would attend in person to wish him a happy birthday.
Rumor had it that the leaders of every major Top-Tier Sects and cult inside and outside Great Yi would show up too, even if they had to hold their noses.
Well, grudges from one's youth were normal. They were all centuries old now, and living this long was no easy feat. Look around: everyone they had known back then had long since turned to yellow earth in their graves, and who knew whether anyone even swept those graves anymore? He was turning three hundred. If they could come, they ought to.
Zhang Suannai naturally had to hurry back as well.
She had originally planned to leave sometime after the twentieth and arrive the day before her master's birthday.
There was no need to arrive too early.
The main reason was that, on New Year's Day, she had not been there with her master and fellow disciples to steer the conversation. A scam she had kept going for years had accidentally been exposed while they talked.
It was hardly her fault.
The scheme itself had been ingenious. Even when people occasionally grew suspicious, she had spent years perfecting her countermeasures. Unfortunately, she