Su Bei naturally took Sword Maiden's small hand and walked towards the Sword Sect's quarters. Sword Maiden, however, hung her head low, wishing she could hide it in Su Bei's shadow.
The few Sword Sect Female Disciples following behind had tears brimming in their eyes as they watched the white-robed, begonia-embroidered figure ahead.
Everything he had proclaimed at the Sword Sect, he had truly accomplished.
And it was all for a mere few individuals whom others had dismissed as worthless.
At this moment, in their hearts, they wouldn't refuse even if this man asked them to do anything.
An ill-timed breeze blew gently past.
The normally bustling street grew even quieter, everyone immersed in the words Su Bei had just spoken.
All who enter the sect gates, regardless of origin or background, are disciples of the Sword Sect.
Does such a Sect truly exist, one that treats all disciples equally, without discrimination?
Liu Changqing squinted, gazing intently at Su Bei.
