The Tianhe Disciples, not to mention, even the mortals in the city, all carried long swords at their waists, their backs straight, looking radiant and spirited.
And why not? Even if they were mortals, they were mortals under the feet of the Xuanwei Dominator.
How could they lack some arrogance?
The foot of the Tianhe Sect was ten times more prosperous than before at Haori Mountain, cultivators' tunneling light falling like rain, and the fragrance of Spirit Pills wafting in clouds, extremely bustling.
On the mountainside behind the city, it seemed there were many disciples sparring and competing, sword light flickering, brushing through clouds, startling flying birds.
The sword dao of these disciples was considered high and exquisite, even from Zheng Fa's current level of accomplishment.
The city was bustling, the mountain echoing with sword cries, rising and falling endlessly, ironically giving him a sense of tranquility and peace.
