"Heh heh, the Southern Wilderness has been quiet for far too long!" Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun chuckled, a fiery glint appearing in his eyes.
It seemed he, too, was growing eager for action.
For people like them, the fear wasn't in shedding blood, but in never getting the chance.
The gazes of the Lingyun Sect's Elders focused, and they peered into the distance.
Over there, the three Flying Boats of the Beiming Sword Sect had come to a halt. Beishan Jianxiong and the other Beiming Sword Sect Elders were already on their feet, flying over to receive them.
Beside the Dongze Ruins, three flying ships had stopped.
As the Flying Boats stopped, a Light Pattern flashed atop the lead Beiming Flying Boat. An Elder in a black Sword Robe, with white hair and a long beard, strode through the air.
His eyes were as sharp as swords, and as vast as the Star River itself.
