Rong Yun personally escorted Ji Yuan to the mountain gate. After exchanging greetings with Ji Yuan and the others, he watched Ji Yuan, Xiezhi, and Lu Min ride the clouds away before turning back. Not a single one of Long Sword Mountain's high-level cultivators had left; they were still waiting in the Council Hall.
When Rong Yun returned, he saw dozens of Long Sword Mountain's high-level cultivators seated silently on their respective meditation cushions. It seemed quiet, but while those who had left were seeing Ji Yuan out of the mountain, the people here had already quarreled several times. They were only observing a brief ceasefire now.
The Council Hall was a circular building, its interior filled with meditation cushions. Even Sect Leader Rong Yun's place had only a cushion, with no table or desk. In the middle of the hall lay the last three volumes of "Yellow Springs." The books had not been opened, yet every word upon them appeared as faint golden shadows, densely projected through the Main Hall's air, allowing everyone to see their contents.
"Finished arguing?"
Rong Yun approached the hall, and he could still smell the lingering gunpowder in the air. While Ji Yuan had been here, everyone had presented a united front, so there had been no bickering. Once Ji Yuan left, Rong Yun had gone out to see him off as well. It would have been strange if those remaining had not traded words.
Rong Yun returned to his meditation cushion and sat down. He drew Ji Qian's Immortal Sword from his sleeve and placed it before himself. The golden sword sheath had already been removed from the Immortal Sword. Ji Qian's original sword sheath had been recovered instead, while a long talisman had been wound around the blade, as though it had