The Sword Sect.
Wuming looked at the returning Sword Emperor with a complicated expression.
Previously, his strength had surpassed the Sword Emperor's, and he had also mastered the Sword Sect's strongest supreme art, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, which was more powerful than the Sword Emperor's Ten Thousand Swords Return as One.
Yet after a single trip away, the Sword Emperor had caught up with him in strength. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He had always been the Sword Sect's most gifted member, as well as its strongest.
But from today onward, he was merely one of its strongest.
Perhaps before long, Second Dream would surpass him too.
He felt somewhat unwilling to accept it. Who, after growing accustomed to being first, would willingly settle for second?
As he was thinking this, he suddenly saw several people ascending the stone steps. Each moved swiftly, reaching the summit from the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, Wuming, why aren't you playing the erhu?"
Didn't Wuming often immerse himself in the erhu's melodies and comprehend his own martial dao true intent through them?
Wuming looked at the four people before him. How were they all so powerful?
Moreover, he discovered that he could no longer see through Lin Lang's or Wanwan's cultivation realms at all.
He knew Lin Lang had surpassed the Martial Arts Myth realm. Had Wanwan surpassed it too?
"Right Envoy Lin, it seems your dragon-slaying expedition succeeded. You must have gained quite a bit?"
Wuming stared at the sphere cradled in Wanwan's arms. Its surface seemed sealed by a layer of vital energy, but a formidable aura faintly seeped out from within, making him very uncomfortable.
Lin Lang shrugged. "The gains were all right. We merely slew a dragon