"The time has arrived!"
The tranquility on the shore was finally broken by the biting voice of the swordsman. He stood up, scanned the crowd, missed Xie Tian alone, and said indifferently, "Remain silent throughout the journey, and make no noise!"
Over a hundred people followed the young swordsman towards Sword Mountain. Xie Tian, leading a small horse, walked at the rear. The closer he got to Sword Mountain, the more awe-struck he felt. In these past months, nothing had inspired such an intense reverence in him, except for Sword Mountain itself.
He wondered if anyone had ever reached the summit of Sword Mountain. Casting one final glance, he followed the people turning left, and the vista surprisingly opened up.
Sword Mountain served like a barrier of an isolated island of swords, dividing inside from outside. A narrow path meandered along the base of the mountain. Before long, Xie Tian saw an ancient-looking grand hall.