"Don't rush. Let's see whether they're friends or foes first." Chen Mu raised a hand, stopping Ye Qingcheng from stepping forward to kill them.
"Whatever you say, husband." The moment Chen Mu spoke, Ye Qingcheng reined in her killing intent and became his sweet little wife again.
Then several figures descended from the Flying Boat like streaks of light, surrounding Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng.
They all wore cultivators' robes and had the bearing of immortals.
Identical sect emblems were embroidered on their chests: a sword wreathed in azure clouds.
Chen Mu swept his gaze over them. Every last one was in the Great Emperor Realm.
"Who unleashed that sword strike just now?" An old man was certain that the strike had something to do with Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng.
Yet, to his surprise, despite trying everything he could, he could not sense the slightest sword aura from either of them. They seemed no different from ordinary people.
"What do you want?" Rather than answer, Ye Qingcheng questioned their intentions.
"Please don't misunderstand. We aren't here to trouble you two. We're from the Sword God Sect. That sword strike of yours was exceptionally formidable, young friend, and suggests a strong affinity with our sect. That's why we've come to invite you to join us," the old man explained.
"Not interested." Ye Qingcheng had long since decided that, in this life, she would join no other sect or holy land besides the Tianyuan Holy Land and the Sky Sword Sect.
Still, at a single command from Chen Mu, Ye Qingcheng would not mind using force to subdue this so-called Sword God Sect and make them submit to Tianyuan.
"Hmph! Arrogant! You merely have a little talent, yet you dare spurn our favor when we elders have come in person!" A