The Iron Sword Sect is nestled deep within Sword Mountain, a place seldom visited by outsiders.
Early the next morning, Turen Xiong appeared inside the mountain gate of the Iron Sword Sect, standing respectfully before Sect Master Han Tie.
Han Tie was sixty years old, his hair speckled with white, but his complexion was ruddy and his skin wrinkle-free. He was tall and burly, and his entire being exuded an intimidating aura. He sat imposingly on a wooden chair, his legs spread wide, toying with a jade Buddha in his hands and a look of fondness on his face.
Clearly, he understood the jade Buddha's immense value.
Finally, he lifted his head and said in a serious tone, "Our Iron Sword Sect has a history of nearly a thousand years, and we must maintain the reputation of our sect."
You didn't talk like this before, Turen Xiong thought, but outwardly he expressed his tearful gratitude.
