The sun rose in the east, and the hour had arrived.
A sound of a Cloud Plate tearing through the sky signaled the official start of the Southwest Forum on Dao; there were no benefits from flattery here, only the glint of swords and blades.
Uncle Li's eyes blazed as he roared, "Where is Ouyelei from Qingtang?"
A towering man from the Quanzhen disciples stepped forward, "Your disciple is here."
Uncle Li imparted the decree, "You will defend the first formation of the sword flag! Do you have the confidence?"
Ouyelei laughed heartily, "If the man stands, the flag remains; if the flag falls, the man perishes!"
He took great strides and leaped out of the pavilion, floating above the lake waters, heading straight for the sword flag; at the same time, cultivators from all sects began to rush out, and for a moment, thirteen figures dashed over the waves atop the lake, each the first defender of their respective formation.
