However, Zhu Chengye was immediately struck by another doubt. He had not been among the first batch of disciples dispatched by the Mingjian Sect; he had only been appointed after Zhong Haoxuan of the Mingjian Sect was slain by Xiao Hua. After arriving at the battlefield, he had heard of giants and dwarves joining the war, yet he had seen little of them. Even Ji Mingke of the Sky-Reaching Sword Sect, with whom he was acquainted, had vanished without a trace. But if Ji Mingke was also setting up an array in the Sword Graveyard, why would these Illusion Sword Second Rank swordsmen come out to receive them while an Illusion Sword Rank Three swordsman like Ji Mingke avoided them?
At this moment, Lu Ruochang had also dismissed Xiu Jie of the Kun Sword Sect. She said, "Sword friends, five li ahead lies a hill covered in blooming purple gardenias. Each of us should restrain the disciples of our own sects and gather there!"
Having said that, she spoke not another word. Her body transformed into a sword, and she flew off in another direction!
Though Zhu Chengye and the others were somewhat puzzled, they also knew this was a critical moment. They each soared into the sky and ordered their subordinates to contact the disciples of every sword sect and hasten them forward to assemble.
Sure enough, just as Lu Ruochang had said, a hill some hundred zhang across stood five li away amid the night rain! It truly was only a hill, rising less than three zhang above the flat ground. Purple gardenias covered it from end to end. In the pitch-black night, the rain grew ever heavier, pressing the gardenia buds low. Many purple gardenias had already withered, their petals plastered to the ground or flowing down