Sword City had only three walls; its open side connected to the foot of Sword Finger Peak. A hollow lay at the mountain's foot, like an enormous valley.
Despite the missing wall, few people entered the city from this direction. They only came here for the Sword Martial Venerable's Discourse, for this was where he delivered it.
Preoccupied with finding a way to resolve the crisis facing Su Yuexin and himself, Lu Feng had forgotten about the discourse entirely. By the time Sun Jiuyang urged him into the valley, it was already packed to bursting.
Rocks, low grass, tall trees... every spot where someone could sit had already been claimed.
Everyone seemed to receive the same treatment, with no special privileges. Even Ao Wuming and the other innate Dao bodies from the great sacred lands merely sat on rocks, with no seats deliberately reserved for them.
Out of respect for the speaker, no one would listen to a discourse while flying overhead, no matter where it was held. Thus, the only unoccupied spot in the entire valley was a stone platform in its center, clearly intended as the Sword Martial Venerable's seat.
"This..." Lu Feng was a little surprised. He had assumed someone would maintain order here, but apparently not. Even some city guards he spotted had found places to sit, still wearing their armor.
Sun Jiuyang immediately explained, "The Sword Martial Venerable believes the Dao follows nature, so he doesn't insist on much formality.
"Besides, he's always treated everyone equally. Whether you're a sacred land disciple or an ordinary wandering cultivator, even a so-called ordinary mortal, wherever you sit is your seat."
Lu Feng nodded, surveyed his surroundings, and finally sat down at a spot on the outskirts with a reasonably good view.
It was quite far from the