At Ten-Thousand Plum Manor, Ximen Chuixue was practicing his sword in the courtyard.
He still practiced for four hours every day, all basic moves, yet those very basics could undergo endless transformations.
Sun Xiuqing came over carrying their son. "Chuixue, someone from the Sun Moon Holy Cult delivered an invitation."
As though he had not heard her, Ximen Chuixue continued practicing.
Once the four hours were up, he put down his sword and only then opened the invitation.
"The Sword Sect is reopening Mountain Gate? Didn't the Sword Sect disappear long ago?"
He had once wanted to visit the Sword Sect to read its sword manuals, but had never found its members. Though that had denied him a shortcut, he had forged the path of the Sword Dao best suited to himself.
Sun Xiuqing looked a little worried. "Are you going to the Sword Sect to compete with swords? Could you not fight to the death?"
Ximen Chuixue reached out and took their son. "It isn't a duel. The Sword Sect has invited me to become a guest elder and exchange sword techniques with the world's finest swordsmen every year."
"And all the Sword Sect's texts will be open for me to read."
"Lin Lang's signature is at the bottom, too."
Sun Xiuqing looked at the invitation. "Has Lin Lang left the Sun Moon Holy Cult and founded his own sect?"
She had found it strange before as well. With strength like his, why was Lin Lang merely the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy? Were there really men willing to let their wives stand on their heads?
Hmm?
That wasn't right.
The Sword Sect Leader was not Lin Lang, but someone named Second Dream. Lin Lang was only a Consecrated Elder.
What sort of sect could have Lin Lang