"Greetings, Martial Uncle Lu!" Expectation had long been written across the swordsmen's faces. The moment they saw Lu Ruochang approach, they immediately flew over and bowed. "Senior Brother Tie Min just flew into the banner gate..."
"Mm, I already know." Before they could finish, Lu Ruochang waved her hand. "You have waited here for quite some time. Has there been any movement from this banner gate?"
"Reporting to Martial Uncle!" A tall, thin Second Grade Bright Sword disciple hesitated before saying, "When we followed Senior Brother Tie Min here earlier, there was not yet any of this golden mist. The banner gate in the distance was still clearly visible. After Senior Brother entered, this mist began spreading from near the banner gate. Although the mist has grown thicker and thicker, it has only covered this area of several hundred zhang and gone no farther!"
Lu Ruochang furrowed her brow and looked around at the mist. Threads of sword light and needle-like sword qi forced the mist back, yet it rolled endlessly, faintly producing squeaking sounds, as though flying swords were scraping against one another. She then asked, "Is there... any other movement?"
"This..." The disciple hesitated even more, not daring to answer.
Another First Grade Bright Sword disciple beside him forced a smile. "Before Senior Brother Tie Min left, he instructed us only to guard the banner gate and not enter it. We have waited here for a long time, but there is truly little we know!"
"Fine!" Knowing she could get nothing more from them, Lu Ruochang nodded. "Return to your respective teams!"
"Yes!" The few of them answered in unison. The tall, thin Second Grade Bright Sword disciple lightly gritted his teeth and tentatively asked, "Then Senior Brother Tie Min..."
"He has already fallen within the array," Lu