On a small hill, a hundred miles outside Show Sword City, stood a humble wooden cabin.
But from the outside, there appeared to be nothing at all atop the hill—only a few lonely saplings stretching toward the sky.
It was these saplings that served as the array foundation for the hidden formation.
Outside the cabin, four people stood gazing intently in the direction of Show Sword City, as if they could witness every event of the Sword Gathering from afar.
"Looks like the fish has taken the bait." Liu Ziru chuckled softly.
Ye Qiubai said, "Next, the Xuanyuan Family will probably go cause trouble at Tingfeng Pavilion, demanding some sort of compensation plan. But once word spreads that Tingfeng Pavilion fed Xuanyuan false intelligence, every top faction across the Cangxuan Continent will hear about it before long."
Xu Yeming nodded, "This time, Tingfeng Pavilion is in for a world of hurt."
Shi Sheng glanced over at Liu Ziru, and asked, "Uncle Liu, so when are we making our move?"
