Sword Suppressing the Luck of the Western Frontier, Wood Refinement Affinity

The sword light and the black color interweaved and collided. The crack in the heavenly barrier slowly disappeared, leaving only a thousand-foot-tall gate.

The gate was crisscrossed with sword qi, and only cultivators with swords could pass through.

After repairing the barrier, Mu Shen looked at Su Zizhan.

"County Governor Su of Shuxi County will be in charge of this Daoist court from now on."

With that, a faint smile flashed across his face. "Your Shuxi County has a Confucian Grandmaster presiding over it. With the White Deer Mountain Academy and this gate that connects to the Western Frontier, your rise is really just around the corner."

Su Zizhan forced a smile and shook his head. "It's really hard to predict fortune and misfortune."

Mu Shen laughed and pointed at Su Zizhan.