"Senior brother, let's go."
"All right."
Dongmen Shu put away the sword he carried, reined in the metallic aura around him, and stood beside his sect's True Person.
Rain Xiang Mountain's invitation had arrived three months ago. The gold-lettered card looked familiar; after all, two had been sent in a mere twenty or thirty years. Last time, True Person Buhui had paid a visit. This time, it was their own True Person's turn.
The two fellow disciples were allowed to accompany him so they could build connections, pay their respects to their elders, and broaden their horizons.
An elder, is he?
His junior brother was looking around in boredom, but Dongmen Shu tightened his grip on the Spirit Sword at his waist, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.
This newly ascended True Person Jiang could just barely be called an "old acquaintance" of his, though whether that old acquaintance would recognize him was another matter.
Back when the two had met in the Blessed Land, the other man's cultivation had been lower than his, and he had held Dongmen Shu in some measure of admiration.
Later, Dongmen Shu had obtained two Spirit Peaches in the Blessed Land, earning great merit. The True Person had shown him favor, and the sect had spared no effort in nurturing him. During that period, Dongmen Shu had advanced by leaps and bounds, brimming with pride and satisfaction.
He had smoothly broken through to Foundation Establishment, attained Sword Qi, and even been taken to a grand occasion like the Dragon Lord's Birthday Banquet.
Dongmen Shu had been impatient to show what he could do, only to end with his halberd broken and buried in the sand. The cultivation and Sword Dao he took such pride in had amounted to nothing before that dazzling strand of