The Nine Swords Sect, with its thousands of peaks, was magnificent and immense.
Each mountain peak was like a sharp sword, piercing the sky.
Sword Qi overflowed, and Sword Intent shook the heavens.
The Myriad Swords Sect was reserved and profound, like a wise old man.
The Nine Swords Sect, however, was like a robust youth—brimming with vigor, its sharpness reaching for the heavens.
When Ye Tianling arrived here with Wan Jianyun, he fell in love with the place at first sight.
He loved this brazen, domineering arrogance; he loved this lawless atmosphere and spirit.
"Senior Brother, I heard you were coming. This junior brother has been waiting for quite some time."
Just then, a figure flew over from the sky above a Sword Peak, his voice exceptionally warm.
Ye Tianling noticed it was a middle-aged man in black robes. His eyes were long and narrow, his forehead was a bit small, and his cheekbones were high and prominent.
