On the Deer Park Mountain, at Nine Mystic Sword Sect's camp base.
The disciples who were scattered everywhere were chatting happily.
In that day's battle, the might of the Sword Pavilion Elder's Heavenly Sword stirred up their excitement.
What was even more exciting was that the fall of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect was a set outcome.
Perhaps the last seat of the four major sword sects in the Western Frontier would have to be occupied by another faction.
On the other hand, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's great victory that day would once again shake up the Western Frontier and establish a century-old change.
Who wouldn't be happy to be in a sect that was about to rise in power?
On the peak of the mountain, there were a few green tents.
In one of them, Han Muye and Mo Yuan sat opposite each other.
At this moment, Mo Yuan's face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright.
