"Good!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
Three consecutive echoes of the word "good" resonated through the grotto, shaking the soul.
"When has our Shadow-accepting Sword Sect seen such grandeur in our millennial heritage? A thousand years ago, few recognized the brilliance of our Shadow-Embracing Sword Skill, and there were few who entered our Sword Sect. Yet, the talented youths of today have discerning eyes, gathering at the gates of our Shadow-accepting Sword Sect, aspiring to join us!
Our Shadow-accepting Sword Sect has hopes of revival! Hahaha..."
On the Sword Discussion Platform, Mr. Chengying looked at the cultivators sitting on the ground and laughed heartily.
Her voice was excited, but her tone was gentle, like a kind and amiable old Sect Leader, watching with relief at the future of the Sect.
But none of those present could smile as they looked at her.
The reason was that the famed Mr. Chengying in front of them had almost lost all semblance of human form.
