"It's coming! At last, we can see that sword again!"
At this sight, Xuanyuan Xinghe could not hide the excitement in his eyes.
It was not just him. Rui Qingxue and Long Zhu, fellow first-page prodigies, also widened their eyes, focusing all their attention on Ling Shuang, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
"Alas... you've had it hard, fellow Daoist. Every time, you have to bear this banner."
Mo Yunzhou looked toward that closely watched figure and could not help sighing in his heart, his admiration mingled with a trace of heartache.
Although she had always been the second-ranked prodigy, whether in battle achievements or reputation throughout the Central Region, she far surpassed that supreme figure ranked first.
Due to Luo Qianchou's peculiar temperament, he rarely appeared before others, leaving Central Region cultivators with an impression of unfathomable mystery.
Before Ling Shuang, the swordsmen Meishan had sent down the mountain over several generations had all possessed considerable strength, yet their killing intent had been too heavy, giving Meishan a poor reputation in the Central Region.
But after Ling Shuang descended the mountain, she had almost single-handedly overturned Meishan's former reputation in the Central Region.
From the day her sword left Meishan, she had nearly become synonymous with chivalry.
No matter what perilous crisis, savage predicament, or deadly calamity arose, as long as the Sword Immortal Taicang was present, danger could always be turned to safety.
It seemed as though this only required sufficient strength, but in truth, those who could uphold their original hearts at all times and in all places, unwaveringly carrying out the beliefs in their hearts, were exceedingly rare in today's Azure Waves.
All cultivators understood the principle that "a gentleman does not rescue blindly," nor would they allow conviction to become obsession. The path of