A Meng's shout was like thunder in spring, like a cool breeze on a summer night, abruptly jolting everyone awake from the secret of the True Martial Great Emperor Inheritance and Yun Shiliu's arrival.
It drew them back to the Sword Champion Assembly.
That voice seemed to say-
"This is my Sword Inquiry, my Sword Champion Assembly! If you don't want to watch, get out!"
Xu Taiping had already been standing ramrod straight, his gaze fixed intently on the Sword Platform. Upon hearing A Meng's roar, he folded his arms across his chest and murmured, his eyes brimming with excitement:
"Senior A Meng, show these people what it means to be Zhenwu's foremost sword cultivator!"
Xu Taiping would always remember how, back in the Jade Gourd Grotto-Heaven, A Meng had cleaved open its second level with his sword and prevented the Demon God's revival.
Whatever others thought, in Xu Taiping's heart, Senior A Meng would always be Zhenwu's foremost sword cultivator.
Xu Taiping could not determine whether the others had ulterior motives for attending this Sword Champion Assembly.
But when it came to A Meng, Xu Taiping was certain that swordsmanship came first among everything he sought.
As though sensing the cry in Xu Taiping's heart, before Su Chan could answer, a strand of utterly pure Sword Qi shot skyward from A Meng's body.
Seen from afar, it resembled a longsword piercing the heavens.
At that moment, Su Chan, who stood quietly at the other end of the Sword Platform, finally spoke:
"A Meng, it's been so long. You and I ought to sit down, have some tea, and catch up."
Clearly, Su Chan was no stranger to his old acquaintance A Meng.
A Meng shook his head, his expression unchanged.
"Su Chan, let's dispense with catching up."
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