In the desert lands north of the State of Wei, the sun and moon seem absent. Between the rotation of starry nights, dust dances in the air. In this bitter, cold wasteland, standing right in the eye of a sandstorm, sits a dilapidated wooden shack.
It is strange: though the hut appears so ramshackle it might collapse at a touch, it remains unmoving in the eye of the strongest storm. It is not that the hut holds any magic; rather, standing inside are a dozen people of all stripes, acting like anchors. The Great Grandmaster energy they emit is enough to keep the hut from losing a single shingle.
With these Great Grandmasters gathered together, no one would have dared act this way while the Sage Li Zixuan was alive. Even now, with the Sage deceased, the Sword Slave he left behind keeps these men—the pinnacle of the martial world—walking on thin ice, ever cautious.
Chapter 773