The Seven Peaks Sword Gathering lasted seven days in all.
By the sixth day, the battles had grown increasingly exciting.
When Qian He had some free time, she took Li Ping'an and the others to a spot with an excellent view.
"That one is a disciple of Little Spirit Peak, a born swordsman with extraordinary talent.
"But some years ago, his lifebound sword was damaged in a fierce fight, and it still hasn't fully recovered..."
Qian He introduced them to Li Ping'an.
"They're deciding the final four now. Tomorrow will be the final battle."
"What about Zhang Yuan?" Li Ping'an asked casually.
"Him? He was eliminated in the round of thirty-two," Qian He said. "His cultivation wasn't particularly outstanding to begin with."
Qian He was very conscientious, introducing each disciple who took the stage to Li Ping'an.
The origins of their techniques, their cultivation, how many Magic Treasures they had at their disposal...
In the end, she even covered all their everyday preferences and personalities.
Li Ping'an listened very attentively.
The little girl and Old Ox kept eating the fruit Qian He had brought.
Sweet and crisp, it was delicious.
Gradually, the gathering approached its end.
Then came the final four and the final showdown.
Li Ping'an did not miss a single match. There were no accidents, nor any other unexpected developments.
He was simply a quiet spectator.
In the final showdown, Qian He lost to a senior fellow disciple.
That man was indeed strong. Though young, his cultivation was quite profound.
Qian He was injured, but she would recover after resting for a while.
With that, the gathering came to an end.
Li Ping'an gazed from afar at the Yikun Sect's leader.
And at the heads of the various peaks, along with the many Cultivators invited to attend.
"Thank