At Heavenly Sword Peak, Lu Ye sat cross-legged with the Boulder Mountain Saber resting on his knee, holding the handle with both palms facing up. With each inhale and exhale, his body and mind resonated with his saber.
He had already been here for three days, and it had been five days since he had made his conditions known to the various forces of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, but so far, no cultivator from any of those forces had shown themselves.
However, Lu Ye's powerful perception could detect that in the dark corners around him, several ghostly presences of cultivators were hidden.
Lu Ye had initially thought these ghostly cultivators were here to assassinate him, but now it seemed unlikely because if they had really come for that purpose, they would have acted by now, as he had exposed many weaknesses over the past few days.
Did Ten Thousand Demons Ridge not want to kill him? Of course, they did.