"Venerable Lord, Zhuji Pavilion sent word, reminding us that the Outer Realm Evil Cult is making a comeback, urging us to pay attention to this matter." At the cliff's edge, an elder courteously saluted the person sitting cross-legged at the brink, speaking respectfully.
The person seated, dressed loosely, had a majestic silhouette, with black hair cascading freely, whipped into motion by the mountain breeze.
A rustic, crimson longsword was slung across his waist and back.
This person was the Sword Venerable, known as the best in the world!
"Send some people to check it out." The Sword Venerable spoke calmly and impartially.
"Yes." The elder responded, hesitatingly saying, "The Young Master has always wanted to descend the mountain to travel..."
"Let him go along."
"All right, I'll inform him immediately." The elder nodded and withdrew.
On the sheer cliff on the other side of Sword Cliff, countless sword blades were densely embedded, appearing to be in their thousands.
