Golden Sun Temple.
After his opponent announced his name, Yi Yang repeated the name of the temple silently in his mind.
He discreetly extended his mental power toward Jingchen, gaining a rough measure of this challenger's strength.
Early True Astral Realm, but he had already achieved the hundred-forged body, the most important milestone of that stage.
His cultivation ran deep, astral energy circulating slowly through his skin, flesh, tendons, and fascia.
But it was not his opponent's cultivation that concerned Yi Yang.
It was the name "Golden Sun Temple."
Half a year ago, Jingyuan and Jingming had pursued the whereabouts of the Mysterious Abyss Saber all the way from Yunlin County to the Deadwood Grove outside the Green Locust Inn.
Yi Yang had killed those two bald donkeys and disposed of their bodies without leaving a trace.
By all rights, the trail should have gone cold.
But what sort of place was the Golden Sun Temple?
A major sect with deep foundations. Investigating someone's past was hardly difficult for them.
Now that he had gone from an unknown nobody from Yunlin County to a Candidate Chief Inspector whose name had spread throughout Suining Prefecture, the people of the Golden Sun Temple could hardly fail to notice him.
Jingchen had stepped onto the platform claiming that he "wanted to exchange saber techniques with Yi Yang."
It sounded perfectly reasonable.
But Yi Yang did not believe it. The strength he displayed publicly was only at the Inner Qi Realm. His opponent was bullying the weak with superior strength, and his motives were certainly not innocent.
He stared at the monastic saber in Jingchen's hand, its narrow blade three feet long, its spine thick.
Weapons of this design were common within the Golden Sun Temple. Jingyuan had used something similar, though the weapon