Qin Jing watched in utter terror. His body swayed, and he nearly fell from midair. Who was Zuo Ming? A Spirit Sword! How many Spirit Swords could there be among all the Huan Kingdom Sword Cultivators? Yet he had been wounded by a single spear from an unknown cultivator, forced into surrender with that same spear?
"Wh-what... what exactly is going on?" Qin Jing's mind was in turmoil, and he had no idea what to do. Yet that was not the end of his troubles. Just as he was about to seek out Yang Ji for counsel, a deep voice rang out in the distance. "This junior, Xuan Jing, has led Kunlun Sect disciples here to support Senior. This junior arrived late; I beg Senior's forgiveness!"
"Wh-what? D-did I hear that right? Xuan Jing? Isn't he the Sect Leader of Kunlun Sect? When... when did he become a junior? And whose junior is he?" Qin Jing was dumbfounded. At a loss, he stood in midair and stared blankly toward the distant sky above the snowy plains, where tens of thousands of Kunlun Sect disciples hurried over aboard flying boats. Wasn't the man at their head Kunlun Sect Leader Xuan Jing?
A flash of insight suddenly lit Qin Jing's mind, and he cried out, "Right, it's him—the divine sense from earlier..."
Qin Jing seemed to have glimpsed the truth. But even if he understood, what use was it? Immediately afterward, behind Xuan Jing's Kunlun Sect, four more panicked voices rang out:
"This junior, True Person Yang Yu, has brought Shanghua Sect disciples here to offer support while bearing guilt. I beg Senior's forgiveness..."
"This junior, Yixuan True Person of Xunyan Sect, is temporarily acting in the position of Sect Leader. Today, I have brought Xunyan Sect disciples here in support and