The moon hung over the willow branches, and the stars dotted the sky.
Outside the mountain gate of the Iron Sword Sect.
"THUDDA THUDDA THUDDA THUDDA!"
Accompanied by the urgent, drum-like sound of footsteps, Gongsun Yi, his wide sleeves billowing, took the lead. Hundreds of disciples in white robes with longswords on their backs poured out after him in a long line.
When he was only two or three meters from Pei Shaoqing, he came to an abrupt halt, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head, shouting, "Gongsun Yi, Sect Leader of the Iron Sword Sect, and his disciples pay their respects to you, My Lord!"
"We pay our respects to you, My Lord!" The vast sea of people behind him all knelt on one knee in unison, shouting with one voice.
The sound was like a clap of thunder, startling the birds from the forest.
