Sixth Brigade's Unyielding Spirit (Part One) When Xiao finally returned, Lan Yun’s face was still flushed, greeted by the knowing, slightly wicked grins of Shui Kuang and Huo Mei. But as the two of them dropped their disguises, Shui Kuang looked at Xiao with a hint of surprise. “What? You aren’t planning to stay hidden?” Xiao smiled faintly. “Why should I hide? I made no mistake in my affection for Lan Yun. Even if concealment were necessary, it wouldn’t be my place. If the people from Ti Yu Manor still have designs, then let them come. I will meet them head-on.”

“Haha, good, well said, Ning,” Shui Kuang roared with laughter, congratulating Xiao Ning. The night passed uneventfully. By the time the morning sun climbed over the mountains, Xiao was already standing at the edge of the cliff. He had refined three more people overnight: two Emperor-level experts and one Marquis-level master. “Haha, everyone, it’s been a while. How have you all been?” Suddenly, a hearty, booming laugh echoed, shaking the heavens. Today, all around, there were echoes of “How are you? How are you?”

Before Xiao and the others could react, a loud clatter erupted from the faction composed of the leaders of the various major sects, startling Xiao. He immediately looked towards the eastern horizon. A pitch-black figure shot across the sky in an instant, pouncing towards them. The speed of the black figure was terrifying; it almost arrived the moment Xiao perceived it, landing directly above Tuomen Pass. Trailing behind him was a long shadow.

Next, a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared above Tuomen Pass. What surprised Xiao and his companions was that the location where this robed figure stood seemed intentionally chosen: it occupied the last vacant spot among the assembled masters