Duán Mò sneered: "Oh? I didn't realize you held such reverence and fear for Sword Master Yu?"
The world admires Sword Master Yu as a high and aloof gentleman, disdainful of the worldly and petty schemes, yet it seems your views align with the masses.
You say Sword Master Yu is not such a person, but surely it is true that the Tianxi disciples who went to the Immortal Slaying Stage carrying the mandate of eight thousand warriors really existed.
History can be concealed, but it doesn't change the truth; after Zhao He's failed tribulation, all eight thousand warriors perished.
Only the Tianxi disciples who should have stood guard outside the Cloud Platform vanished without a trace.
To erase the past, the Xijian Sect has hidden those eight hundred disciples so well that over the years, people only credit Tianxi for the battle at Yuling Pass."
"It's not that I hold reverence or fear."
Baili An turned to glance at Duán Mò, his dark eyes regaining their usual calm.
