The clear, ringing peal of the bell suddenly became frantic.
The faces of the Taiyue Sect members present tightened.
“They’re back again.”
Ji Miaohua turned hastily towards the main gate.
Beside her, the Sword Immortal of Taiyue gently touched the hilt of his sword.
“Young Master Wei, take good care of Hui'er.”
“Have our guests wait here.”
They vanished with astonishing speed, their lightness arts carrying them away in a blur. The Sword
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