Beyond the borders of the Daxia Sword Sect, a group of strangely dressed figures stood in formation, their hierarchy plain to see.0

Lan Xun stood beside Yu Bo, worry flickering in her eyes. “Head, if we show up now, won’t it look a bit too calculated? When the Mo Family pressed in with their cloud boats, we didn’t step in.”0

Yu Bo, his figure slightly stooped, lowered his gaze. His tone remained calm, though a glimmer stirred in his eyes. “It’s fine. I didn’t expect the Mo Family’s leader to be killed, and they’ve stayed quiet ever since. It seems even Mo Qingyu, their ancestor, can’t move freely. The Daxia Sword Sect...0