An ancient sword, with a straight blade and a peculiar hilt, exuded a particularly spiritual energy, cold yet seemingly alive.
It hovered in front of Zhu Minglang, and, realizing that battle was not imminent, it then flew behind him.
It was as if he was carrying a sword on his back, but without a scabbard; the Sword Spirit Dragon hovered at Zhu Minglang's back, maintaining a position within easy reach of his hand...
"So it is, we were overcautious. It is a rare opportunity to meet a fellow of the esteemed Yaoshan Sword Sect here. Please, do not decline, and honor us with a visit to our Sect Forest for a few days. For hundreds of miles around this Horseback Mountain Forest, there are no towns or villages, and our Sword Manor naturally wouldn't let the two of you sleep rough in the wilderness," said the leader, with a friendly smile, speaking quite politely.
Zhu Minglang glanced at the Demon Sect's Disciple.
The Demon Sect's Disciple did not speak.
