Walking out of the inn, Ye Futian looked up. He could see the towering building in the distance. It was the Dongqin College. The top forces all resided in the region near the Dongqin College. Going past them, he walked down the road. Many people seemed to be grouped there now, looking at something.
Ye Futian glanced to the side. Two groups were facing each other. Faint sharpness radiated from them—the sword aura.
"The Fuyun Sword Clan?" Ye Futian's eyes flashed. He walked over there, entering the crowd of spectators. He saw many familiar faces. There were people from the Fuyun Sword Clan, the Sword Saint Mountain, and Witch Clan. Other than the College, all top forces had sent their disciples here. The seven peaks of the Fuyun Sword Clan were independent of each other. All seven had their own disciples here but Ye Futian didn't see Ye Wuchen amongst them.