Hearing this, Luo Jianqing's smile deepened, but he did not answer.
Finally, the other twenty-three disciples all chose their respective mountain gates, leaving Li Xiuchen the only one who hesitated to make a decision. He looked up at Luo Jianqing, who in turn looked down at him. One of them stood high up, dressed in a white robe, his demeanor elegant and graceful, his beauty so handsome that it seemed to encompass the pure light of the world; the other stood lower down, dressed in rags, with an ordinary appearance, his eyes filled with shrewdness.
After a long time, Luo Jianqing smiled lightly and said, "Junior brother, you should go to Haoming Peak. The skills there are more suitable for you."
Li Xiuchen still shook his head firmly: "No! Senior Brother, I came to Taihua Mountain to worship at Yuxiao Peak and become a disciple of Venerable Xuanlingzi!"
Each repetition of "Venerable Xuan Lingzi" made Luo Jianqing's eyes curl up in a smile. His palms were already bleeding from the pinching he'd done, but he never showed a trace of it. Finally, Luo Jianqing's lips curled up, and he ignored Li Xiuchen for a moment. Instead, he turned to look at Jie Zizhuo, who was embarrassed beside him, and said, "Junior brother, you can take him away."
Xie Zizhuo wanted to say something, but looking at Luo Jianqing's bloodshot eyes, he somehow nodded blankly. However, just as Xie Zizhuo ordered his men to take Li Xiuchen away, Li Xiuchen was still shouting, "No! I want to go to Yuxiao Peak, I want to go to Yuxiao Peak! I want to see Venerable Xuanlingzi, I want to see Venerable Xuanlingzi!"
The sky was clear, and there was silence beside the Taihua Mountain outer disciples' arena. The elegant and refined senior disciple of Taihua Mountain stood on a high place with an indifferent expression, watching the junior disciple being dragged away while shouting.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the blue clouds in the sky rolled, and a golden sword light broke through the air, piercing through space at an extremely fast speed.
The mighty sword energy suppressed the entire outer gate of Mount Taihua. The air stagnated and the flowing water stopped. The golden sword light that filled the entire sky caused the swords of all present to tremble, as if they wanted to surrender. The disciples were also afraid, and some with unstable hearts almost knelt.
Only a long, deep voice, as if coming from ancient times, could be heard across an infinite distance. Mixed with a faint sigh, it softly rang out in the sky: "Jianqing."
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