"The Heaven-Cutting Sword Pavilion?"
Feng Changsi's expression shifted slightly at the name.
Though the Heaven-Cutting Sword Pavilion had kept a low profile in recent years and was regarded as a secluded sect,
its foundations ran deep. After all, it was a supreme forbidden ground that had once produced someone beyond transcendence.
A representative of such a mighty power held a status far above that of an ordinary guest.
He discreetly stepped half a pace back from the Divine Lord Lihuo's side, not daring to overstep again, and looked across the layers of clouds toward the entrance to the Front Mountain.
"..."
Yet the Divine Lord Lihuo, seated in the place of honor, felt the corner of his eye twitch at the announcement.
The moment he heard that name, he thought back to those years.
He remembered how that damned Heaven-Cutting Patriarch had come alone, cleaved through Wutong Mountain's Mountain Protection Array with a single stroke, and turned its Heaven-Sacrificing Ceremony upside down!
And all of it had happened merely because he had privately sent someone to ask whether the man was willing to pursue the Great Dao together with Wutong Mountain!
And what had he received in return?
An earth-shaking sword calamity raining down on his head. Clearly, the man had looked down on Wutong Mountain and considered the offer an insult!
These sword cultivators are utterly unreasonable!
The Divine Lord Lihuo cursed inwardly.
Recalling how he had scrambled to dodge those sword rays filled him with pent-up frustration.
Fortunately, times had changed.
That Sword Pavilion patriarch had long since shattered the void and departed, while he, the Divine Lord Lihuo, was now one of the foremost cultivators in the Star Sea!
Naturally, he could not deliberately bar the Sword Pavilion from such a grand gathering over that petty, unseemly