A host of martial artists gazed dreamily towards the mountain path.
Regardless of their astuteness, Sect Leaders and Hierarchs from major sects had their thoughts slow down at this moment.
Over the past twenty or so years, Jianghu has changed immensely, valleys have become ridges, changes so complex.
However...
Despite the myriad changes, they had never witnessed such a spectacle.
The prodigies from various sects all looked forward with eager anticipation.
They had heard the legend of the number one figure in the world, a tale their elders used to inspire them to strive forward.
And now, the legendary figure spoken of by these elders, was about to appear before their eyes.
Be it the Chichen Zi from the Mount Emei Sect, Fei Hongzi from the Kongtong Sect, Wang Ye from the Wudang Sect, Lu Yanxiu from the Taishan Sect... or Dongfang Xiaoxian standing beside his younger brother, all were transfixed, staring unwaveringly at the misty mountain path cleaved by swords.
