Standing on the bow of an airship that cut through the air like a blade through butter, Húndàn Wang gazed at the mountain several lî in the distance. It was not a very big mountain, all things considered. However, the mountain itself was special. This was where the entrance to the Heavenly Sword Sect resided.
There were hundreds of other people around him. While a few were dressed in the black and silver hanfu of the Heavenly Sword Sect, everyone else wore a variety of different clothes. Some wore the clothing of peasants. Others were dressed like nobles. All of them carried a sword at their side. These people were all cultivators who hoped to pass the test and enter the Heavenly Sword Sect’s ranks as disciples.
Even Húndàn Wang was required to take the test, for the Heavenly Sword Sect did not discriminate. Even the son of the Saintly Sword Sect’s sect master was not exempt from having his mettle tested.