Atop the watchtower.
City Lord Lu Daoji, along with representatives from various factions, was in attendance.
"The City Lord has come out!"
"Long live the City Lord!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
For sixty years, Lu Daoji had defended Taihang, fighting countless battles, and many had witnessed his valiant form and powerful swordsmanship.
As long as Lu Daoji was present, he was the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, he was the Taihang Divine Sword—Lu Daoji.
His disciples stood on either side of him. Feeling the cheers and adoration of the people, Lu Daoji's heart was filled with a reluctant fondness.
The Divine Sword was soon to be shrouded in dust, never again to protect the common folk.
While he still commanded respect, he should pave the way for his eldest disciple.
"Jiang Che, you go down and preside over the ceremony!" Lu Daoji pointed to the altar below and said.
"Yes!!!"
Whoosh!
