The appearance of the Sword-Brow Elder seemed to sharpen the momentum of the heavens and earth, as if the very atmosphere had become more piercing.
Behind him, a simple and ancient wooden sword was slung over his back, making him seem even more strikingly out of place.
By his side, four figures followed closely, each dressed in tight, streamlined attire, looking neat and efficient. Their brows were furrowed in stern expressions, and their eyes gleamed like blades.
"The ancient Golden Immortal cave is about to open. Any grudges you have, resolve them after we enter," the Sword-Brow Elder said slowly, as if a sharp blade had been thrust into the battlefield. His presence effectively halted any further conflict between the Cloud Elder and the Blood Cursed Demon Immortal.
"It's the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect…"
