Yuling Dao Sect's Third Grand Elder

Han Muye's face was calm as he put down his wine glass and stood up.

He did not answer Bai Yuming.

That was his answer.

As the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic and ranked ninth in the world, once his words were spoken, they could not be taken back.

It was not until Han Muye's back disappeared that Bai Yuming slowly turned around.

"Elder Zhao, are you going to fight for the seven-story sword tower?"

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Even if I don't want to compete, I have to…"

"A seven-story sword tower. As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I will fight to protect it even if it costs me my life."

A hint of worry flashed across his face. "I'm afraid the sword cultivators in the world will fight to the death for it."

Indeed, the sword cultivators in the world would undoubtedly fight fiercely for it.