The "Nameless Wavebreaker," a giant vessel of a wildly eclectic style (giving off a mix of vinegar aromas, sour mists, dragon-horn rams, and engine black smoke), slowly docked at the snow-white sword-stone pier of the Xuantian Sword Sect, looking very much like a strange fish that had swum into the wrong waters.
Compared to the imposing grandeur of the towering Sword Cliff and the solemn, stern giant sword sculptures, this ship stood out glaringly, drawing sideways glances from many Xuantian disciples on the pier who were dressed in dark cyan martial attire and carried long swords on their backs.
"Hsss-hum... (Good grief... even the wind in this place comes with 'thorns'!)" Xiaohong let out an uncomfortably sharp snort. The tips of its crystalline dragon mane stood slightly on end, stimulated by the formless sword qi, yet deep within its bloodline, there was a faint stirring.
Chapter 576