"I say, Li Xiaozu, you really are something! With that one move, you knocked down all the other flying swords. The top thirty-six are all from our Shu Chinese Mysteries. When the time comes, everyone in the limelight in the sword arena will be one of our own. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
Among the thirty-six flying swords traveling almost abreast, an orange sword conveyed this message through the thought attached to it.
This was no easy feat. It demanded considerable mental power, especially at such an altitude.
Blazing sunlight, howling wind, and freezing clouds could all damage thoughts, so many people could not guide their swords this high.
Yet this person could still express his thoughts clearly.
Li Yingqiong smiled at his words. Although that had not been her intention, she naturally would not explain herself when someone said so. She might as well let that be her intention.
She recognized this flying sword. It belonged to Yuan Yongzhen of Mount Qingcheng.
Among the Shu Chinese Mysteries, Mount Qingcheng stood a notch below Emei, but it had never accepted Emei's superiority. It compared itself with Emei in everything, always hoping to gain the upper hand instead. It was the sect that gave her master the worst headaches.
Today, in this matter, she, Li Yingqiong, had come up with a good idea and set a good example: amid ten thousand soaring swords, they had knocked down all the others and kept only those of the Shu Chinese Mysteries. What glory it would bring when word spread! What other sect in the world cultivated flying swords as universally as they did in Shu, with everyone in the sect practicing? Joining forces against the other flying swords had been simplicity itself.
In fact, that was precisely what they had done.
When word of this