Chu Zhiyuan smiled and clasped his hands in greeting: "Chu Zhiyuan of the Heavenly Sword Sect greets the four seniors."
The altar stood only two meters high, and was about fifteen or sixteen meters away from Chu Zhiyuan, so they did not look down upon him, but instead watched from afar.
"A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?" A round-faced elder enthusiastically sized him up: "Is he really a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
Chu Zhiyuan chuckled lightly, and suddenly a white light surged from his palm.
The white light swiftly condensed into a small sword, hovering in the void above his head, gently trembling.
Like a small sword carved from White Jade, it emitted a warm luster under the sunlight.
Exquisitely crafted, clear and vivid.
Yet it exuded an all-encompassing and overwhelming aura, as if a magnificent mountain was about to crush down, leaving one breathless.
