Toward evening, Chu Ming followed the habit she had formed over the past few days and came to the gates of Formless Divine Mountain.
She found the place packed beyond capacity.
Dense crowds filled every corner, shoulders rubbing together, raised sleeves enough to cast a canopy of shade. They had almost blocked the entire mountain road below.
Their discussions seethed like a pot brought to a boil.
The bustle here was even greater than yesterday.
Chu Ming had to have Chu Shan and Chu Shi set up a square table and a large parasol on a distant cliff.
It was far from the gates, about half a kilometer away, and the intervening crowds made the view less than ideal.
Yet Chu Ming was delighted.
Listening to the wandering martial artists nearby, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.
"He still hasn't appeared. Looks like we've waited for nothing again today. What a headache. You can't even find a place to stay on the mountain now."
"Fuck, I traveled hundreds of kilometers for this. Is this so-called Limitless Saber Lord a coward?"
"Surely not. They say he's in seclusion and will emerge within a few days. Besides, helping the Wooden Sword Immortal escape back then would have required tremendous willpower and tenacity."
"Not necessarily. He's probably afraid of losing, isn't he? Burdened by his reputation, unable to afford a defeat. I've met famous martial heroes who would disregard life and death in a fight, yet the moment their reputation was involved, they became timid and cautious, cherishing every feather."
"I think his reputation is hollow. They made him sound like a miracle worker over the Time Secret Realm and the Wooden Sword Immortal, but outsiders can't know what really happened."
"Ridiculous! If his talent weren't of the highest