In front of the jade monument archway outside the Sword Pool Palace.
The Jiangling Prince, who had changed into a Confucian robe and held an oil-paper umbrella, looked up in the drizzle. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the many swords that flashed past the sky above the Sword Pool Palace and the cultivator sitting on them. A solemn expression appeared on his face.
The drizzle landed on the umbrella, as if it contained a sharp sword qi that wanted to cut the umbrella open.
The Second Prince and the old Daoist from the Celestial Master Residence, Li Qingchuan, followed beside him. The three of them walked together and listened to the three chimes that sounded like a whale's low cry.
"Did someone ring the Sword Bell?"
Second Prince Zhao Pei asked in confusion, "Could it be that An Le, who equipped Green Mountain, entered the Sword Pool Palace and rang the Sword Bell only three times?"