Chapter 621: Sword Cultivator, Answer Only to the Heart!

A thousand miles from Snow Sect. In a secluded mountain hollow, three figures stood quietly beneath the night. Sect Master Yare of Lotus Sect wore a plain azure robe, a longsword strapped to his back. His gaze fixed on the brightly lit Valley three miles away. The Four Major Sects had thrown up a temporary headquarters against the mountainside. Tents sprawled in rows, and banners snapped in the wind. At his side stood Sect Master Fouldes of Barrier Sect. A Broad Blade lay across his knees, the...