On the final day of the competition, even before the scheduled time, the Martial Arts Arena was surrounded by people, all eager to find out who the true owner of the Wuyun Sword was.
The merchants in the capital were all smiling from ear to ear these days; cultivators spent lavishly and didn't bother haggling with mortals, each of them earning a fortune.
"Just do your best, don't feel too pressured mentally," Mr. Zhang's uncle said to Zhang Yuwen, yet his eyes still shone with hope for him.
Zhang Yuwen felt immense pressure himself; he needed to prove his strength to the sect to acknowledge Suxin, and equally needed the Wuyun Sword to exchange for the Elixir Recipe of Eternal Life.
"Senior Brother Li Xiao, greetings!" He stared intently at his opponent.
"Please, Mr. Zhang, go easy on me." Li Xiao, a leading figure among the younger generation of the Flying Sword Sect, exuded an aura like a freshly unsheathed sword, reserved yet sharp.
