Clouds have no regularity while water has no shape. Therefore the sword cultivation of True Wandering Light Sword was not about having a calm mind nor a fixed temper. Meng Xunzhen was raging in anger and the cloud below his feet was surging incessantly. His Qi practice had reached a high level and he could easily control it along with the sword aura. The sword gleam struck like lightning and it could change its intensity according to the dynamics. It was an unpredictable sword force.
Meng Xunzhen sneered, "Qing Xuan is a million-year-old sect, of course, humble people like us would look highly to a big sect like Qing Xuan," he answered Shen Lian sarcastically as he did not like Shen Lian's ignorant attitude.
Shen Lian smiled and casually said, "Swordman Meng, if you admired Qing Xuan so much, maybe you would want to follow me back to the mountains and I can show you around."