Dragon Head Peak, Enlightenment Cliff.
At the peak of a cliff thousands of meters high, a man in an ancient Daoist robe held an Eight Diagrams steel sword, twirling and moving with sword momentum as intense as a downpour!
"Senior Brother Jiang!"
A resonant voice called out.
A young man with his hair in a Daoist bun and a graceful demeanor descended, using Sword Control.
"Zhengqing, I know why you are here, so there's no need for more words," Jiang Yuan said calmly, returning his sword to its scabbard. "Please tell Master that I will not participate in the Sword Tomb trial. Leave the opportunity for our junior brothers and sisters."
"Ah?" Xu Zhengqing was stunned at first, then speechless. "But I haven't said anything. Senior Brother, can you read minds?"
"I saw that Immense Sword Qi soaring into the sky just now."
