"Elder Riley! You are to proceed to the Heavenly Sword Sect to accompany our disciples for the Five-Year Competition at the Seven Swords Grand Meet. Meet with Elder Michael three days from now in the Martial Pavilion."
Riley read the letter in his hands and couldn't help but frown.
Lately, he had been spending his days in the Scripture Pavilion, immersing himself in learning more about this xianxia world.
He had come to believe that he had gained a comprehensive understanding of it.
With no pressing matters at hand, he had even planned to visit his old home after a year, assuming that by then, any lingering interest in him would have faded.
But now, this summons changed everything.
"The Seven Swords Grand Meet…" Riley muttered, his gaze narrowing thoughtfully.
"I can't believe I'm going there not as a mere disciple, but already as a respected elder of the sect."
