The purple-clothed woman stared at the white-haired man and suddenly said, "You must be Jian Nantian, who has caused a stir in the Azure East World, right?"
"Jian Nantian?"
A commotion immediately broke out among the Sword Principle martial artists around him.
"It's him!"
"It's said that he killed all three of Marquis Xuefeng's sworn brothers, which made Marquis Xuefeng furious. Marquis Xuefeng is now looking for him all over the world."
"I've heard about it too. Marquis Xuefeng even said that anyone who can bring Jian Nantian's head to him will be rewarded with a Dao Weapon!"
"No wonder the three lords couldn't help but want to kill him. It's a Dao Weapon. Not to mention the reward from Marquis Xuefeng, Jian Nantian has a Dao Weapon himself, and it's a long sword!"
"That is to say, if you can kill him, you can get two Dao Weapons at once!"
"Tut, tut, I really admire him. He beat Marquis Xuefeng so miserably, but he still dares to attend the Sword Principle Conference in Sword-suppression Valley. It's said that Marquis Xuefeng ranks second among the 72 marquises. He's much stronger than the other marquises."
"If I had offended Marquis Xuefeng, I would have hidden in a corner or left the Divine Land to be a local tyrant in the Outer Continents."
There was a lot of discussion.
There were also exclamations in the discussion.
Many of the Sword Principle experts present had heard of Jian Nantian. Even those who had not heard of him soon learned about him after the discussion. When they learned that they could get two Dao Weapons at once by killing Jian Nantian, the Sword Principle experts looked at Jian Nantian with burning eyes.
"Father."
Jian Wushuang looked at the white-haired man on the eaves in surprise.
The white-haired man was none other than his father, Jian Nantian!
It had been five years since Jian Wushuang parted with his father on the Nanyang Continent. Now, they finally met again in the Divine Land.
On the eaves, Jian Nantian, the white-haired man, was still drinking alone. He looked indifferent, as if the people around him were not talking about him at all.
The purple-clothed woman didn't get angry when she saw this. Instead, she smiled and said, "Since you were forced to act, then let's drop this matter."
After she finished speaking, the purple-clothed woman looked around again, and her cold voice echoed throughout the entire Sword-suppression Valley.
"Everyone, anyone who can enter the Sword-suppression Valley is a guest invited by my lord. Since you are a guest, please pay attention to your status. No matter who it is, anyone who dares to attack in the Sword-suppression Valley during the Sword Dao Meet will be an enemy of my lord!"
Hearing this, the hearts of the Sword Dao experts in the surroundings skipped a beat, and the fervor in their eyes gradually faded.
That's right. After all, this was Lord Su Ming's territory. Making a move here was clearly not giving Lord Su Ming face.
Of course, they could only restrain themselves temporarily. Not everyone could resist the temptation of two Dao Weapons. Now, they were afraid of Master Su Ming and did not dare to make a move. However, once the Sword Principle Meeting was over and Jian Nantian left Sword-suppression Valley, things would be different.
"Well, the Sword Dao Meet will begin tomorrow. You'd better go back and have a good rest," the purple-clothed woman said, and then left with her people.
The surrounding Sword Dao experts also began to disperse without hesitation.
"Let's go back too," Hunjian Lord said.
"You two, please go back first. I have something to do," Jian Wushuang said.
"Oh?" Hunjian Lord glanced at Jian Wushuang in surprise, but didn't ask any more questions and left with Tianming Lord.
Very quickly, the entire Sword-suppression Valley became calm again.
The bright moon shone on the ground, making the ground glow with a faint silver light.
Under the moonlight, Jian Nantian sat alone on the eaves, drinking wine. His shadow was elongated, and his silver-white hair fluttered in the wind. He looked indescribably ethereal.
All of a sudden, a figure appeared behind him.
Jian Nantian, who had been drinking, turned around. When he saw Jian Wushuang, a smile finally appeared on his emotionless face.
"Father," Jian Wushuang said softly.
"Come and sit down," Jian Nantian casually waved his hand and threw a pot of wine to Jian Wushuang. "Come and have a drink with me."
Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate. He took the pot and sat down in front of Jian Nantian.
"I haven't seen you for a few years. You've grown a lot, haven't you?" Jian Nantian looked at Jian Wushuang and said with a faint smile.
"Not bad. Compared with you, father, I'm just a little bit worse," Jian Wushuang said with a smile.
Jian Wushuang knew very well that he had made great progress these years. Now, he could be regarded as the strongest expert in the Divine Land. But compared with Jian Nantian, he was indeed a little worse.
Jian Wushuang felt inferior to Jian Nantian's poignant sword move.
"I might be able to contend with an advanced lord if I go all out without any external help. However, I'm still far from being able to kill a superior lord and two advanced lords with one strike like my father," Jian Wushuang thought to himself.
"I thought it would take at least ten years to see you again. But now, it's been less than five years, right?" Jian Nantian said.
"It's not that long," Jian Wushuang said with a smile.
"Then, has the Holy Roman Palace been destroyed?" Jian Nantian asked.
"It was destroyed three years ago," Jian Wushuang replied.
"Oh?" Jian Nantian raised his eyebrows. "That is to say, after I left, it only took you two years to destroy the Holy Roman Palace. Not bad. It was much faster than I expected."
"That's right," Jian Wushuang said with a smile.
The father and son were drinking and chatting under the moonlight.
In front of others, Jian Wushuang was usually indifferent. He would only be enthusiastic in front of his friends. But now, in front of his father, he was completely open. When he spoke, he even sounded a little childish.
On the other hand, Jian Wushuang was indifferent in front of others. He never cared about anyone or anything. He only cared about himself and his sword. But in his heart, Jian Wushuang was more important than himself and his sword.
"By the way, father, they said that you offended Marquis Xuefeng. What's the matter? "Jian Wushuang suddenly asked.
"Marquis Xuefeng?" Jian Nantian smiled. "Marquis Xuefeng is nothing to be afraid of. What we need to pay attention to is Su Ming."
"Su Ming?" Jian Wushuang's expression immediately became serious.
"Sure enough, Su Ming is the traitor of the Bloodline of the Sword Ancestor."
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