The Villain's White Lotus Halo

33

Chapter 33 – Breakthrough

The roaring waves laved at the sand. The Flower Picking Festival has progressed into the second round with the number of disciples reduced by half. There were some who were behind closed-doors to heal, and some in the process of organizing their revelations of the battles in the first round. And there were some small sects already left Ye City as a group because the entire sect had no disciples who were able to advance to the second round.

The disciples who were competing lessened, but Ye City's populace did not shrink in the slightest.

Instead, many came.

The strong cultivators of the older generations came to see the level to which the current youths in cultivation world could reach; whether the Academy Director's 'Stellaris Era' had arrived.

In order to encourage their same-sect disciples, some fellow cultivators of the competitors who previously participated in the Flower Picking Festival would recount their own battle experiences to their shidi.

On this day, the sun beat down fiercely with oppressive summer heat.

A group of cyan-robed cultivators arrived in Ye City.

They weren't here for the competition nor were they here to encourage disciples of the same sect.

They came here to meet somebody.

"That Yin Biyue, has a bye this round?"

The person who asked was polishing his sword in front of the table.

The sword was extremely long. The body was jet-black and reflected no light; it was as if it's body had completely absorbed the fallen rays from the sun outside the window.

It was not just the sword, the person who was polishing the sword was the same. He sat beside the window, sunlight fleeing from his body.

Although it was a question, his expression was indifferent; not even sparing a glance to the person beside him.

"Yes, shixiong." He Lai could now leave the bed, his injuries nearly healed. He stood beside the table, expression solemn.

The youth who posed the question didn't speak anymore. His eyes remained on the sword.

After a long time, long enough for He Lai's back to be coated in cold sweat, about to succumb to the formless pressure beside him, the youth spoke,

"The matter will end here. From now on, practice your sword diligently; don't disgrace us again."

He Lai was overjoyed. He flung his sleeves upward in respect as he bowed,

"Yes! Thank you shixiong! Thank you shixiong!"

He knew the meaning of 'matters will end here' was not that it would be allowed to pass; instead, it was an agreement to resolve by extermination — so the matter will end there.

The youth waved his hand and indifferently said, "Withdraw.."

He Lai collected his sleeves and withdrew while bowing.

After he left, Bao Pu Zong's supervising elder approached, halting at a respectful distance and whispered, "You have decided to lend a hand?"

If in accordance with seniority, this type of situation was ridiculous.

Yet in Bao Pu Zong, no one felt it was strange.

The youth frowned slightly; he knew what the sentence was referring to—urging him to not make a lethal move, so as to not offend the Sword Saint.