On the thirteenth day of the Drifting Cloud Sect's selection, the final round was currently being concluded.
At that moment, there were eight Core Formation cultivators assembled together in a pavilion at the center of the mountain discussing something. Two of them were the mountain lords of Dayspring Mountain, the middle-aged man surnamed Xin and the fierce-looking, grey-clothed old man surnamed Yu.
A blue-robed old man with a white fluttering beard and a faceful of wrinkles frowned and asked, "Are there any Junior Martial Brothers willing to escort the disciples to the Sword Trial Assembly?"
A middle-aged man with a lazy expression and a long, thin mustache snorted and indifferently replied, "Senior Martial Brother Feng, the Sword Trial Assembly will always be dominated by the Ancient Sword Sect, and that vitriolic fellow Jiang Yun is always the one to bring the Ancient Sword Sect members. I don't wish to be embarrassed without reason."
