The seventeenth year of Tianyuan, during the rainy season.
At Yumen Pass, a slanting wind and fine rain began to fall.
The spring rain is as nourishing as oil, seemingly there but invisible.
Today, the gates of Yumen Pass were bustling.
Over a hundred Sword Cultivators, led by a young Sword Cultivator, flew into Yumen Pass in succession.
They are the Sword Sect Sword Cultivators returning triumphantly from Central Spirit.
Their numbers are not large, and all of them looked somewhat fatigued.
Countless cultivators of Yumen Pass lined the road to welcome them.
These Yumen Pass cultivators allowed the icy fine rain to pelt their bodies as their gazes fell on the figures of the Sword Cultivators controlling their swords in the sky, their emotions mixed.
It should be known that among those welcoming the Sword Sect's return, many were displeased when the Sword Sect prepared to march west.
