"Junior Lin Miao greets the three seniors. Something came up and I was delayed," Lin Miao said, cupping her hands in greeting.
The disciples behind him also bowed, showing that basic etiquette was essential.
"It's alright, it's good that you're here. Please come in and have a seat," the old man said, appearing very polite and unassuming.
"Thank you very much, senior."
Once inside the Sword Sect, the barrier was removed, and the scenery inside was fully revealed to everyone.
Swords were everywhere, whether along the path or on the artificial hill, they were all stuck in the ground, in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Some were simple and unadorned, some were sharp, and some were even just half left.
Many disciples were practicing swordsmanship in the open space. Overall, they seemed to be not much different from Xuan Yu, but there was a strange sense of oppression. It was as if no matter where you looked, there was a sharp edge, making it difficult to relax.
Following the elder into a grand hall, a dozen or so young people sat in front of them, all of whom possessed the cultivation level of the early stage of the Heaven Rank and exuded extraordinary aura.
Upon closer inspection, he seems somewhat aloof, unlike the previous three who kept their aura inward.
"Elder Huang," one of the men said, bowing to the old man upon seeing their arrival, "these are the disciples who came this time? They seem rather weak."
"Sun Wei, how can you speak like that?" the old man scolded, then looked at Lin Ling with a forced smile, "Please forgive me, young friend Lin. It's all the bad habits of people from our Sword Sect. They're not very capable but are arrogant and don't know how to speak properly."
That's right, the disciples of the Sword Sect have quite a few flaws, especially before they fully mature. They always think they are the best in the world, look down on everything, and have quite a temper.
"It's alright, we disciples are here to learn, and our cultivation is indeed just average," the old man said humbly, and Lin Miao naturally responded modestly.
The old man nodded, turned around to look at the disciples behind him, and smiled, "Little friends from Xuanyu, for the next period of time, these teachers behind me will be teaching you. I hope you will enjoy learning."
"Let's begin selecting disciples now," the old man said.
Just as the young elders were about to step forward to make their selections, a voice came from afar.
Wait a minute.
A figure gradually emerged; it was Jian Jun, his face beaming with smiles.
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