"This..."
The sight before them left all the Purple Mansion cultivators present dumbstruck.
The vines grew like a cloud ladder reaching into the heavens, carrying the three straight to the palace entrance, where they vanished in an instant.
Though such a feat drew everyone's attention, what astonished them more was Xuan Guang's attitude, treating the Luan-kind as though they did not exist.
Frankly, everyone present had their own means, yet they had all been waiting for Feng Yi to go first, giving this descendant of a True Lord every courtesy.
For a moment, one Purple Mansion cultivator looked startled.
"Which Dao Lineage does he belong to? Such audacity, daring to go ahead of the Great True Person!"
An old man beside him stroked his beard and said leisurely:
"You don't recognize him, fellow Daoist? You must have broken through recently?"
"Indeed, senior. May I ask who he is?"
Seeing the young Purple Mansion cultivator nod, the old man dispensed with the suspense and answered at once:
"He isn't a cultivator from our Wu Kingdom, and he has rarely appeared in recent years. It's understandable that you don't recognize him in person."
He smiled and continued:
"But once I tell you, you'll certainly know. He is the Emerald-Bearing Sword Immortal!"
"It's him!"
The young True Person struck his fist into his palm. When he looked toward Xuan Guang again, his gaze was entirely different.
"The 'Yiyang Bearing Emerald Supreme Mystic True Sword'—so this is he! To be honest, I've practiced the sword for years and still haven't touched the threshold of sword intent. I've long yearned to witness the Sword Immortal's splendor!"
Admiration shone in his eyes, and his words overflowed with esteem, as he readily called himself a junior.
Only a fellow Sword Cultivator understood how difficult it was to