In the pavilion.
Anxiety crept onto the faces of a few of the eight Alchemy Masters.
Just then, Wei Yanran stated firmly, "He will come."
'Though born of humble dust, my heart reaches for the heavens.'
'How could a man whose heart encompasses the heavens and the earth possibly care about such a minor event?'
In a neighboring pavilion.
The seven Sword Masters exchanged glances, sensing that something was amiss.
"Everyone, let's be patient," Xie Baichuan said coolly, his voice calm and unhurried.
Where Wenhua City's group was gathered.
Luo Haisheng's brow furrowed in doubt. "Brother Wen, is this young man truly the Young Sword Sect?"
He began to suspect he had come all this way for nothing. 'Perhaps this Ning Jiang isn't worthy of my attention after all.'
"Let's wait a little longer. There's no hurry," Wenhua City said.
"Anyone else might fail to show, but he most certainly will!" Liu Yuanlong declared with conviction.
In the Southwest Pavilion.
