(Headquarters of The Holy Sword Sect)
(Mount Xilean- Central Valley)
Excitement filled the air as half a dozen disciples mulled about while patiently waiting for the elders to arrive.
They could barely contain the happy smiles on their faces.
Today was an important day and would mark a turning point in their lives.
Lighthearted conversations could be heard coming from the small crowd as the disciples gossiped amongst themselves.
"Can you believe that I was chosen?"
"Oh please… it is not like we are going to do any fighting… we're just here as spectators… only the representative will enter the arena."
"Speaking of which… have you seen the saintess?"
"Isn't she doing closed door cultivation?"
Xu Lu's disappearance had largely gone unnoticed by most of the sect.
This was not surprising considering that cultivators often mediated silently in their dwellings for decades if not centuries.
