"In that day's matches, although we defeated First Peak of the Seven Peaks, we were all badly depleted and ultimately lost to Second Peak in the next round. Afterward, my old illness flared up, and I was brought to the Hundred Herbs Hall along with you."
In a sickroom in the Hundred Herbs Hall, Eldest Senior Sister Jiang Zhi briefly told Xu Taiping, who had already gotten out of bed, what had happened after he lost consciousness that day.
Xu Taiping nodded, his gaze returning to the Mountain Patrol Mirror set before him.
In the mirror, Zhao Linglong was helping Second Senior Brother Qingxiao down from the arena on the Sword Platform. Behind them, First Peak's eldest disciple, Yan Bing, was being carried off the arena by Jin Hezhi and Huang Qi, his fate unknown.
"Second Senior Brother really had it hard."
Looking at Qingxiao's Dharma Robe, stained red in the Mountain Patrol Mirror, Xu Taiping could not help clenching his fists tightly. His desire to swiftly improve his cultivation grew ever stronger.
The scene in the mirror was the final match of this Seven Peaks Grand Competition, "Sword Inquiry Qingxuan."
Sword Inquiry Qingxuan was also the only match in the Seven Peaks Grand Competition in which disciples were permitted to fight to the death.
When he woke, Second Senior Brother Qingxiao's match against Yan Bing had just reached its end.
He had been fortunate enough to witness Senior Brother Qingxiao claim the title of Qingxuan Sword Champion.
But Senior Brother Qingxiao had won this match at a terrible cost. Xu Taiping could see twenty or thirty wounds with his own eyes, to say nothing of the internal injuries he could not see.
"Yes. Thankfully, Qingxiao was there. Otherwise, our Seventh Peak wouldn't have won even once this time... cough,