Within the clouds above Boundary-Suppressing Mountain's summit, figures still sat cross-legged.
Only this time, there were three.
Besides the youth in green Training Clothes and the monk in the Red-and-Gold Kasaya, there was now a middle-aged man approaching old age, dressed entirely in white.
He looked forty or fifty, his face slightly weathered and his expression stern. His gaze was piercing when he opened his eyes, and a longsword in a crimson scabbard hung on his back.
Only on the second day of the competition had he flashed into the gathering on a streak of Sword Light.
"You're late, Old Chen," the youth said. "What have you been busy with lately?"
The swordsman answered, "I received intelligence that the Rainbow Faction's Blue Throne had surfaced, so I went to do some killing. Unfortunately, it was only a Dharma Body. I still don't know where the real body is hiding. But it wasn't a complete waste. I killed a Demon King who went to meet him while I was there."
He answered lightly, as casually as if he had swatted a cockroach.
But everyone knew that any Evil Spirit worth his personal attention had to be at least Eighth Realm.
"You didn't go to the Demon Realm in your true body, did you?" the monk asked.
"Of course not," the swordsman said.
"Old Chen may be bloodthirsty, but he's still cautious," the youth said with a smile. "With all the Immortal Treasures Forbidden Grounds stirring right now, he wouldn't give the Evil Spirits a chance to lure him into a trap."
"I have my own calculations, too. I only kill the Rainbow Faction in the Demon Realm, so that Demon Emperor naturally leaves me alone," the swordsman said, his voice murderous.
The whole world knew that Famous Sword Middle School's Patriarch