"Oh..."
The True Persons naturally saw everything happening below the gate.
"He certainly doesn't pull his punches."
Jiang Yang's performance won their approval almost on the spot, and they showered Lin Xi Yu with praise:
"A junior this outstanding comes along once in a century. Your sect is truly fortunate."
"Exactly, fellow Daoist. Now that their offensive has been checked, let's see whether that old ghost can still sit tight. True Person Lin really does know how to handle things."
The corners of Lin Xi Yu's mouth twitched. After spending so long in seclusion, she actually knew little about the changes in Jiang Yang, but that did nothing to dampen her good mood.
Outwardly, however, she said evenly:
"You flatter him, True Persons. The child was personally instructed by a Great True Person, after all. Dealing with a few unorthodox outsiders is well within his abilities."
"Hahaha."
Lu Xinghuai laughed heartily and rose, cup in hand.
"Sadly, Senior Yi hasn't ventured out in years. How I wish I could behold the bearing of a Sword Immortal."
With that, he glanced back at the silent Dongmen Wan Jing and asked:
"Brother Dongmen, how does this boy compare with you in your youth?"
Dongmen Wan Jing was regretting things now. This Prince Jing really does have to lift the very kettle that hasn't boiled. His first instinct was to deny it outright, but he was a Purple Mansion cultivator, after all, with the magnanimity befitting a True Person. He disdained saying anything against his conscience.
Without shifting his gaze, he replied with unmistakable appreciation:
"He controls his qi with effortless precision, and his sword essence is pure and unified. He surpasses me as I was then."
Hundreds upon thousands rushed him at once, and he met them alone with a single sword.