The troops of the Azure Sword Sect march
The next morning had come. The sky was still dark. A sharp thread of divine qi appeared above the Azure Sword sect. Everyone in the sect, whether and elder or a pupil, was in a state of unrest, yet they respected it.
The owner of that sharp divine qi was an ordinary-looking old man in blue. He carried an elegant white sword. His eyes were mysterious.
“Ancestor!”
In front of him stood six people. There were 3 familiar ones among them. They were Hua Foo Fo, the lord of the Azure Sword sect, the deputy sect lord Hong Guan Gang, and the tenth elder Too Ming.
The rest of them were none other than the seventh, the eighth, and the ninth elders of the sect.
Dang Dao, the seventh elder, was a secondary sky soaring cultivator. The eighth elder was Hen Shing, the primary sky soaring cultivator, and the ninth elder was the primary sky soaring cultivator, Yan Sa.