After so many years, the most famous pair of fellow disciples in the history of the cultivation world met at such close quarters for the first time, only to contend for ownership of the Green Mountain Sword Formation.
It was a deeply symbolic scene.
After an unknown length of time, crackling suddenly rang out in the sky, like damp firewood catching fire.
The flying swords on the surface of the giant sword gradually flew away, like plaster peeling from a wall. Then they scattered faster and faster, finally becoming a skyful of sword rain before returning to the ground one by one.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.
"The part of Green Mountain you can influence is only a small one, after all."
Jing Jiu withdrew his right hand and looked at Yin San, saying something laden with meaning before continuing, "But your knack for frightening people is still as formidable as it was back then."
He was referring to how Yin San had held White True Person in check for a time earlier.
"As long as it scares them off." Yin San wiped the bamboo flute with his sleeve and said, "Don't forget, I saved your life today."
Jing Jiu said calmly, "You saved me many times before."
Yin San raised his head and looked at him. "So that means you can keep defying my wishes?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm your junior brother, not your disciple."
Yin San paused slightly, seemingly finding that remark wonderful, then burst out laughing and said to Qing'er, "Coming?"
At some point, Qing'er had also arrived at Imperial Palace Square and was flying beside Jing Jiu. Hearing Yin San's words, she shook her head without much thought.
For some reason, Yin San sighed and walked toward the outside of the Imperial