CHAPTER 114
Grand Finale Clouds veiled the mist, immortal energy swirled. The main peak of Chonghua Sect, Lianhua Peak. "Master." Though already the esteemed chief disciple of the Chonghua Sword Sect's leader, Lu Xianrou remained true to her calm and unadorned nature, dressed in the standard white robes, carrying a weathered ancient sword, with ink-black hair cascading to her waist and delicate features, she somehow managed to elevate the simple Chonghua white attire into something breathtakingly elegant. Over a decade had passed since that farce, which the leaders of the five major sects had jointly sealed with a gag order, leaving the world's cultivators to speak of it only in hushed tones. For long-lived high-level cultivators, it was but the blink of an eye, yet for those who had lost something irreplaceable, it felt like an eternity of t0rment. Still, they eventually learned to endure each silent night, where only the beat!ng of their own hearts could be heard, gazing ca...