He would bring all these preparations to fruition tomorrow, beneath the eyes of ten thousand people, before Sui Zaihua, and master this sword.
Schemes, slander, accusations-all were laughable fetters to be crushed beneath his foot. Disregarding anyone who tried to stop him, he would enter the Sword Cultivation Academy with an unrivaled bearing.
With Sixth Growth cultivation at twenty-three, having restored and learned an Intent Sword, he considered himself more than qualified to look down upon Lianzhou. One need only see Sui Zaihua's expression upon hearing of it to know that he agreed.
Shang Huaitong took off his cloak. Inside the wooden box, five little blades of grass were still growing.
He walked over, pulled out another two, and tossed them onto the floor. The wooden box began to look empty.
This time, he lit no candle. Moonlight shone through the doors and windows onto the soil stripped of its covering of grass, gleaming like bright, silvery frost.
Shang Huaitong picked up the Nether Immortal scroll and began his customary study of it, for he knew not how many times now.
And this time, after finishing that utterly familiar first half, he looked at the latter half and could not resist turning a few pages, an expectant smile curling his lips.
Outside the window, cold hues turned warm. The sun had risen.
By the time the first ray of morning sunlight touched the gate tower, Bowang City's western gate had long since opened.
Today, the city gate had opened half an hour earlier than usual. The officers and soldiers of the city guard stood in ranks on either side, leaving a broad passage through the middle.
They did not wait long before hoofbeats like crackling thunder approached from afar. Soon, six sword-bearing riders galloped in. The white horse at