The Sword-Saint strode through the halls of the Sword-Dao Sects flying ship, his steps long and quick, filled with purpose. Lathus followed silently behind, not wanting to draw any ire from the Sword-Saint. He knew how important it was to the Sword-Saint that Ji'Han place first, and that had been shattered by this unknown participants score.
The Sword-Saint arrived at the exit of the ship, which was hovering high above the Yang-Dao Sect. He stepped out and sped towards the Yang-Dao Tower, which was the tall spire in the middle of the sect. The spire looked like a long flame surging up to the sky, its tip almost touching the dome of fire high above.
