The Peak Assembly was not solely an affair of the Suncrest Sect.
As one of the three greatest sects of the Nine Great Schools, alongside the Iron Fist Temple in the north and the Celestial Sword Sect in the south, the Suncrest Sect held a commanding presence in the martial world.
How could other sects not watch its every move with keen interest?
Among these observers were none other than the Five Great Noble Clans, including the prestigious Akrest Clan, the very lineage of the Lord of the Martial Unity, Zephyrion Akrest, the Sword Sovereign.
"Have all the weaklings been weeded out?"
The voice from inside the carriage was that of a middle-aged man.
It couldn't be the Sword Sovereign himself, for he was already an old man.
The coachman answered quietly, "It seems so, leader."
"Good… What a nuisance this is."
"You must go."
"If I don't, that old Sect Leader of Suncrest will be even more bothersome."
