Xun Huaiying, like the third-generation Senior Disciple Qing Chenzi, had attended the Sword Fighting Conference. He was well respected within the sect. When he spoke, Chen Yuanning and the other two dared not disobey and all bowed and went off to greet Miao Kun and the others.
Zhang Yan cast his gaze over and briefly assessed him. It had been over a hundred years since they last met, and the other party's cultivation progress was swift, with three Gang Clouds formed above his head. However, it had yet to match Huo Xuan's phenomenon of embracing refinement. Smiling, he bowed and saluted, saying, "It has been over a century since our last rushed farewell at the swordfight. How have you been, Daoist Xun?"
