There were some problems with Ping Yongjia's origins.
Those seemingly simple records, with nothing unusual about them, were as clean as Jing Jiu's had once been, and that was precisely the problem.
When he first entered Green Mountain, that problem naturally went unnoticed. By the time Shangde Peak began paying attention to it, Chi Yan could no longer conveniently investigate further, because Ping Yongjia's status had changed.
He was the youngest disciple of Divine End Peak, the Sect Master True Person's Closed-Door Disciple, and now he held an even more illustrious position-the master of Sword Peak.
Many Green Mountain disciples were unconvinced. They felt that Ping Yongjia had gained this position entirely through the Sect Master True Person. What sort of ability was sleeping on Sword Peak every day?
Being able to sleep for years on Sword Peak, amid its fierce sword intent, was actually an extraordinary ability.
Not to mention that True Person Guangyuan, Nan Wang, and the others had witnessed what he had done.
The countless flying swords that formed the Green Mountain Sword Formation now obeyed his will alone, and even that sword light spanning heaven and earth followed the movements of his fingertips.
Once the world-ending crisis was resolved and the breach in the sea filled, Ping Yongjia went back to sleep.
People thought he was utterly exhausted. Only Zhao Layue and Qing'er knew he was pretending.
Cloud-Traveling Peak in the dusk no longer resembled a sword. It looked like a somewhat awkward bonsai. The passage into the peak had been sealed, but a more frightening restraint came from that pair of indifferent eyes in the distance.
Corpse Dog was watching this place constantly.
Yuan Qu arrived at the foot of the peak, looked into the depths of the clouds and mist in silence for a