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Despite their intense anticipation, day after day, night after night, the disciples of the Shushan Sword Immortals finally saw the day of the grand tournament at White Jade Capital arrive amidst their eager expectation.
As time came, the various peaks convened a rallying assembly, and then countless sword lights soared into the sky like a resplendent glow stretching tens of thousands of feet, all heading toward the east.
Because Qingluo Peak had no mentor, there was no such assembly or speeches by the peak master; it was merely An Zhisu who got a pot of wine and poured a cup for herself and her junior, Ling Yunpo, as a send-off.
After finishing the wine, Senior Sister An tossed the cup aside and, with a flick of her finger, the Flying Smoke Sword shot out from behind her, instantly shattering the wine cup.
"Let's go, junior brother," she said with boundless heroism.