Two years later.
The Taiqing Flying Sword slashed out, following the movement of the magma as it adhered to the flow of Mana in the "All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra," tracing a beautiful arc to strike at the Sun Flame Crystal.
There was a crackling sound as the magma crust shattered.
A fiery red crystal emerged, swept up into the sky, and fell into the hands of a young man in green by the shore.
"Swordsman, you've been led astray by the Eastern Devil School."
"Now you've barely reached the swordsmanship level of core disciples at the Foundation Establishment stage in the Sword Pavilion, still far from being qualified..."
The voice of Yue appeared, seemingly chiding.
"Thank you!"
Jiang Ding seemed very excited.
Whoosh!
