Her vermilion lips parted slightly, her voice clear and cold. Yet, when it reached Mo Fan's ears, it carried an endless, bone-chilling cold,
"Mo Fan? I'll remember you."
"..."
Mo Li turned around without a hint of hesitation. Her white dress fluttered in the air, and as the breeze passed, it rustled softly.
Xiao Ruoching also stepped forward, her eyes deep with meaning as she gazed at the resolute-faced man and whispered softly,
"Junior Brother Mo Fan, is that correct?"
After she finished speaking, she smiled gently and nodded to the assembled disciples,
"Cultivate diligently, and do not disappoint our Sword Sect."
Her gaze lingered on Mo Fan once more.
Then, the three of them headed towards the Soul Palace.
The new Sword Sect disciples watched with immense admiration as the figures gradually disappeared, muttering amongst themselves,
"Truly worthy of being the senior sisters from No-Sword Peak!"
"Why wasn't I the one they spoke to..."
