Xin Longsheng looked calm as usual. As he looked out of the pavilion, his vision transcended void space as he peered in the direction of Mount Kunlun.
The pavilion that he was in was decorated very simply. There were no chairs or tables. There were only a few prayer mats on the floor.
But the wall behind Xin Longsheng had three sword scars.
The three sword scars were not weird. Even a random Foundation Establishment Stage sword cultivator was able to create sword scars that were more frightening than the ones on the wall.
But these three sword scars moved a little on the wall. It was as if they had their own life.
"Why has Mount Yujing revealed itself suddenly?" A voice came from the sword scar on the right. It sounded like two metals rubbing again each other, but also sounded like rumbling thunder.
