The wind swept across the cliff, brushing through the sprawling bushes and creating a rustling sound as it passed.The sound of the wind scraping against scattered rocks was unnaturally loud, emphasizing the silence that had descended. Everyone had fallen quiet, and for good reason.


    The deaths of the sect leaders of the demonic factions.


    The tightly woven order of the grand city had been utterly shattered. For anyone from Xi’an, this was a moment that evoked a strange and complex mix of emotions.


    The peaks surrounding the canyon were crowded with countless onlookers. Sёar?h the N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Some were sprawled carelessly on the bushes below, others had climbed trees, while more sat regally in their silk robes atop palanquins.


    The gathering stretched on endlessly, diverse yet somehow similar in the intensity of their gaze.


    Soon, whispers began to ripple through the silence, breaking it.


    "Who could possess such skill to step forward like that…?"


    "A skilled master? Look at their face. They’re absurdly young."


    "Who could they possibly be…?"


    "Find out everything about the group of light-sword users. If they establish themselves in Xi’an, they must not be underestimated. They might be as formidable as the elites of the Nine Sects or the Thirteen Heavens. Investigate thoroughly and leave nothing unchecked."


    "Do you think that’s enough? The balance of Xi’an is bound to change."


    "I’m aware. Hm, the Beiming Inn used by the Sect Leader of Sungyeo will likely be vacated. We’ll take that. You, deliver a message to him… no, I’ll go myself in the palanquin."


    People began to move. Carrier pigeons shot into the sky through the bushes, flapping their wings toward various destinations.


    The reaction was swift. Many disappeared into the distance, kicking up dust with their light footwork.


    Amid the commotion, under the brown pine needles that dotted the ground—


    The Sword Dragon of Unjung, Wei Ji Myo-hwa, gazed down at Jeong Yeon-shin.


    Her posture differed from that of the others.


    She stood ready to leap forward at any moment, gripping her sword tightly. Her translucent blue veil covered her face, though it couldn’t conceal the noble bearing of a disciple from an illustrious sect.


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