Li Fan faced the direction of Li Mountain's summit and looked toward Wu Tong.
His sword was there.
Wu Tong's face was tense, his gaze sharp as he stared at Li Fan.
At the peak of Li Mountain, atop Sword Peak, outside the grand hall, the air had gone eerily quiet. Every eye was now focused on the handsome young man.
*It felt as though all the struggles and burdens he had endured over the years had come rushing forth in this single moment. He was proving to Li Mountain the worth of his sword.*
He was not merely a Sword Cultivator. He possessed a Martial Spirit and practiced multi-element spells.
Ye Qinghuang also looked at Li Fan's figure from behind, her beautiful eyes lighting up with a radiant smile.
A decade of training and growth had borne fruit. Next, he would journey to Li Mountain Sword Valley for Sword Inquiry.
Then, her junior apprentice would become a true Sword Cultivator.
"Xiao Fan, let's head back," Ye Qinghuang rose and said, her voice gentle.
