"Fellow cultivators, the Sword Tongue Sect shall proceed first."
The cultivators present appeared stunned, taking a long moment to react.
Sword Tongue Sect?
A minor affiliated sword sect—when had it ever commanded such presence? Hadn't the Sword Tongue Sect Master still been at the Corpse Infant Stage?
They couldn't discern Li Mo's true depths, yet their own Lifebound Flying Swords felt as though standing against a mortal foe.
Mu Jin stood up unnaturally, his twisted and deformed spine buckling under strain—merely pacifying the Black Marrow had nearly drained his Spiritual Power entirely.
"Sword Tongue Sect..."
For reasons unknown, he felt a foreboding sense that the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Sword Tongue Sect, if they successfully joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, might threaten his position as Chief.
"Prepare yourselves. We're entering the Sword Rain."
"There's six or seven years left; there's no need to force our way into the Sword Rain prematurely..."
