At sunrise over the eastern mountains, white dew stretched across the river.
Two figures stood facing the light, calmly accepting the attention of the entire scene without the slightest hint of timidity.
The one half a step behind was none other than the Hidden Dragon Sword, who had stirred up storms before, only to be beaten unconscious.
At this moment, he had completely reined in his edge, as though he had finally come to his senses. He was the first to clasp his fists in greeting. "A few days ago, I was too rash, and that was what led to such a scene. I've come today to apologize to Fellow Daoist Yun. I hope you can be magnanimous."
With that, he took a scroll of bamboo slips from his sleeve. Sword-shaped characters covered its surface, bold and neat. It was unmistakably a letter of repentance.
The resolute man at the front spoke at the opportune moment, his voice like the tolling of a great bell, resounding in all directions. "As his master, I also bear responsibility for failing to discipline him strictly. I hope Young Friend Yun can show mercy and forgive his earlier offense."
With those words, his identity was laid bare—
He was none other than the current master of the Sword Sect, an apex expert of the Daluo Realm: Sword Venerable Shouzheng.
Rumor had it that this man had always been upright and incorruptible, hating evil as much as he hated his enemies. That year, to pacify the several Demonic Sects in the Universe Domain, he had personally lobbied all sides and exhausted himself with painstaking effort before finally forming the renowned Eight Sects Alliance.
For a time, the cultivators of the Demonic Sects had become rats crossing the street, with everyone shouting for their destruction.
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