The Blademaster of Mount Grinch was a peerless cultivator.

With such a powerhouse shouting outside demanding the mountain gate be opened, the Crepe Myrtle Sword Master became worried.

She contemplated whether to open it or not.

“What will you do with the powerhouses outside the mountain gate, Sword Master?” asked Xianna.

The Sword Master thought awhile and said, “The Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion isn’t a hidden sect. With so many powerhouses outside the mountain gate, it’ll seem as if I’m unwelcoming if I don’t open the gate for them.”

The Sword Master decided to open the door.

Although the supreme sword-fighting techniques were hidden within the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion, they were a legend passed down by their ancestors by word of mouth. Even she did not know the location of where they were hidden.

Xianna said lightly, “I’ll respect whatever decision you make.”

They were in the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion. Although the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion had always maintained a good