"Spare him your sword!"
Just then, a hurried rush of wind came from the distance.
Several figures swept toward them, led by an imposing old man in gray robes.
His aura was steady and powerful, every bit the equal of Sword Slave's.
He was Yue Changkong, the pavilion master of the Moon Gazing Pavilion.
As soon as Yue Changkong landed, he saw the carnage, along with Ning Que and Sword Slave standing there like sovereign rulers.
When his gaze fell on Sword Slave's clothing, his pupils abruptly contracted.
Not daring to delay for even a moment, he hurried forward and dropped to his knees with a thud.
"I am Yue Changkong. Greetings, envoy of the holy land! I did not know you were visiting the Moon Gazing Pavilion. Forgive me for failing to welcome you!"
Yue Changkong's voice was utterly respectful, without the slightest airs of a powerful cultivator.
Such was the gulf created by a holy land.
Even if their cultivation and strength were equal, someone from a holy land could make the exalted master of the Moon Gazing Pavilion kneel.
"What are you all standing there for? Kneel before the holy land's envoy and the Holy Son!"
Not only did Yue Changkong himself have to kneel, but he also ordered the stewards behind him to kneel alongside him!
Rumble...
Every steward of the Moon Gazing Pavilion knelt, making for an astonishing sight.
These stewards were all formidable figures in their own right!
A mere stamp of their feet could shake an entire faction.
Yet now, they knelt before Ning Que and Sword Slave.
Even though one of the two was merely a servant, he remained an existence far beyond their reach.
Such was the majesty of a holy land, enough to make any worldly faction bow its head