With that pull, the Sword Cultivator overturned everything the cultivators present thought they knew.
Not a crow called, not a sparrow stirred.
Before such strength, there was no room for doubt.
After a long while, Xiang Anshi's slightly dry voice rang out. "Would any other fellow Daoist care to try?"
His feelings were complicated. He had been worrying about the lack of outstanding figures, only to discover that things seemed to have gone beyond his control.
This man definitely was not a Constellation True Disciple, so who exactly was he? If this was the state of the continent's cultivation world, he would probably have to change his thinking.
Hidden dragons and crouching tigers? Or was this an isolated case?
He called out three times, but no one answered. Nor could they.
"Then I hereby announce that the Silver Sword Firm will head the Yingtai trade route, with the other five firms following..."
The outcome of the trade route contest was somewhat unexpected, but what concerned people more was the appearance of that final cultivator. The Silver Sword Firm's business operations were unremarkable, and its financial resources were far from substantial, but its backing left every force harboring ill intentions with lingering trepidation.
The foremost power among the Southwest's Demonic Sects was no laughing matter.
The crucial question was, just where had that Sword Cultivator Zong Qian, who had risen so unexpectedly, come from?
The festivities continued, but undercurrents surged. Many people flocked to the Silver Sword Firm's cultivators to strike up an acquaintance and, in passing, probe their background, forming the largest circle at the gathering.
...The group of female cultivators had yet to get their turn to fawn on him, but they had plenty of barbed remarks, especially the two sisters. After Guan Ruyu had so plainly ignored them,