"I daresay we may well have another Sword Immortal a hundred years from now!"
The purple-robed True Person's words brought silence to the gathering.
How could becoming a Sword Immortal be so easy? True Person Buyu clearly had no qualms about fanning the flames for the sake of a spectacle.
Though Rain Xiang Mountain and the Yi Sword Gate were both orthodox Dao Lineages of the Zheng Kingdom, that hardly meant the two were close.
A Sword Immortal? Never mind whether he succeeds—even if he does, what would that have to do with Rain Xiang Mountain by then?
The notion was not worth even a scoff. True Person Xuan Di shook his head without hesitation.
"Fellow Daoist Dongmen, your sect's metal-aspect Dao Lineage may have an advantage in sword cultivation, but Rain Xiang Mountain's inheritance is not necessarily inferior. There is no need to bring this up again."
As for True Person Buyu, he did not take the bait. Those earlier words had been ill-intentioned, and he could not be bothered to respond.
Hearing this, True Person Dongmen merely shook his head and sighed.
"How many sword practitioners does Rain Xiang Mountain even have? Surely you don't intend to have Daoist Brother Xuan Guang teach him personally?"
True Person Xuan Di held his cup and smiled.
"That is hardly out of the question!"
"Hmph!"
That reply left True Person Dongmen with nothing to say. He rose with a flick of his sleeve and perfunctorily cupped his hands.
"Then I wish your sect an enduring lineage and an unbroken inheritance. I shall take my leave."
With that, he plunged into the Great Void without lingering another moment and vanished.
True Person Dongmen's departure seemed to serve as a signal. Once he had gone, the purple-robed True Person beside him also smiled