Ying Diao found himself speechless, the passion and fervor within him completely doused. His disciple had indeed preempted him in everything; even their resolve to face death was fostered under the influence of Li Xiaobai, making him wonder if he was getting too old for his position and should consider stepping down.
The speech he held was quietly tucked back into his pocket without a sound.
"Ahem, you've done well, truly worthy of being the number one steward of our sect, quite impressive. I am here today to select some elite warriors to head for the Western Continent Buddha Nation, to uphold the honor of our Sword Sect in front of the world,"
Ying Diao nodded and said.
"Rest assured, Sect Master, I have thought ahead and already selected the elite warriors—three Semi-Saints, one hundred at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, over three hundred at the Earth Immortal Realm, and over five hundred at the Human Immortal Realm, making a total of one thousand cultivators!"