Moreover, in the Cloud Deep Continent, sect elders are highly respected, and no disciple would address them by their full name.

"Elder Gu, not bad!" Gu Tianjun nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "Alright, from now on you will all call me Elder Gu."

The last sentence was spoken by Gu Tianjun to the guards behind him, who also had spiritual roots and were cultivating with him.

They are not ordinary guards; they can also help when the demons attack Dayong this time.

After eating and drinking their fill, Fang Ruotang and her group did not rush to leave the Misty Forest, but instead wandered around the forest for three days.

It wasn't that they wanted to encounter another kind person like Master Yaoguang who would proactively provide them with equipment, nor were they afraid of retaliation from the Cloud Sword Sect; they were simply looking for training.

They deliberately took a different route, which was not only much longer than the one to Yunxi City, but also much more dangerous.

Sword Forging City and Misty Forest are separated by only one wall.

Outside the city, lush trees and an indistinct fog obscure the view, fraught with danger.

Inside the city, buildings stand tall, streets are bustling, and crowds throng.

"Let's go and find out some information first. This is the territory of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, so it's best to be careful," Ye Wuxia said.

The other five men all looked approving.

Fang Ruotang touched her cheek, then took out a small mirror and looked at herself; she still looked the same as before.

"Sir, you can rest assured that Little Mirror will handle things well."

"I'm not worried, it's not like it's the first time I've used it."

She had nothing to worry about; she was just still amazed the second time she used it.

Upon arriving at the market, before they could even ask anyone for information, they had already seen and heard news about Fang Ruotang.

Good grief, they're practically betting their lives on it.