"Hehe, alright."
Li Xiaobai nodded with a smile. Once this fellow was dead set on something, there was no stopping him.
"After you, Junior Brother."
Senior Brother Huo's face, strewn with bulky muscles, cracked into a smile as he gestured magnanimously.
Sword Peak was a towering mountain, conspicuously located at the entrance of the sect and bustling with traffic. Many passing cultivators had spontaneously stopped in their tracks, watching the unfolding scene with great interest.
Each year, some ignorant newcomers would attempt to challenge Sword Peak, but all without exception returned empty-handed, or worse, injured by the Sword Intent and never to be seen again.
For the onlookers, this provided a yearly form of entertainment—I was just that they didn't know why only four newcomers had shown up this time, looking like they were about to take on Senior Brother Huo.
"Hehehe, seems like the newbies this year have some backbone!"