Three months later, at the Canglang Ruins.
As the wind rose and clouds surged, the sword duel reconvened.
Cultivators from various factions gathered once more, a hint of worry lurking beneath the surface.
But this worry was...
"The Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."
"Has yet to arrive."
"He wouldn't have fled with his private gains, would he?"
"Nonsense, would a figure like Xuanyuan behave with such cowardice?"
"The Lingbao Island market has been open for nearly three months and only closed a few days ago."
"How many spirit stones did the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion earn in these mere three months? How many spiritual objects did they acquire?"
"I heard that even the Holy Lands of the Central Plains came rushing to buy."
"In three months, countless pills, talismans, magical treasures, array formations, and all sorts of cultivation techniques were sold."
