On Golden Ao Island, over a hundred thousand disciples exchanged bewildered looks.
"It wasn't Master?"
"But... Master wouldn't joke with us."
"It seems we really were mistaken earlier. None of this was caused by Master's sword intent."
"If it wasn't Master, then who was it?"
The disciples whispered among themselves.
And amid their utterly bewildered gazes...
Tongtian did not even need to think. Rolling his eyes, he said:
"Does that even need asking?"
"Who besides Disciple Changqing could possess such mastery of the sword Dao?"
For one thing, Tongtian said this because he had absolute faith in Gu Changqing.
Duobao and the others did not know, but Tongtian understood perfectly well.
Gu Changqing's mastery of the sword Dao had long since reached unfathomable depths.
He had once conjured snow and wind that filled the heavens and pierced the stars strewn across the sky.
Those feats had shocked the world and defied belief.
With that in mind, was his conjuring mysterious melodies from sword intent today really worth such a fuss?
For another, Tongtian was filled with anticipation.
The stronger Gu Changqing became, the more means he would have to respond when the sages came against them in the future.
Naturally, Tongtian was delighted to see this.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Tongtian stepped forward, heading straight for Gu Changqing's cave abode.
Seeing this, Hong Yun, Duobao, and the other Jie Sect disciples eagerly followed, their faces filled with curiosity and a desire to investigate.
Upon entering Gu Changqing's cave abode, they looked closely.
As always, Gu Changqing lay inside in a drunken stupor, without the slightest concern for appearances.
With every breath, ordinary cultivators released surging, powerful auras.
Gu Changqing, however, gave off nothing but an overwhelmingly strong reek of wine.
Everyone present could not help frowning.
"Hehe,