Demon Sect stronghold, courtyard.
Autumn leaves withered, dry branches fell, the cool breeze took away the last of the fallen leaves.
An Jing sat on a stone chair, in front of him was a thick, ancient sword box.
He stretched out his hand and quietly caressed the Evil Suppressing Sword, the stark white blade covered with a captivating layer of white light.
Tap tap tap...
The sound of footsteps arose as a middle-aged man quickly walked in.
This man was none other than Shui Zhongyue, one of the Guardians of the Human Sect.
After several major upheavals, the Human Sect had suffered heavy losses, but then, with vigorous expansion and the recruitment of many experts, the sect had revived its vitality. Shui Zhongyue, who had always been diligent, had become the second in command of the Human Sect without realizing it.