Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At this moment, Tuoba Cheng’s entire body was filled with sword intent and spiritual energy. He did not hide his cultivation level at all. It was obvious that he had already reached the half-step Heaven Realm.

“Senior Brother Han, please.” Zhang Zhihe, who had a solemn expression, stretched out his hand. A green path appeared in midair and led Han Muye straight to the entrance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

From now on, Han Muye would be an Elder of the Sword Pavilion.

His status was equivalent to a Grand Elder.

Because of the special status of the Sword Pavilion in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, the entire sect had to call him Senior Brother Han.

Or Elder Han.

Han Muye cupped his hands, straightened his clothes, and strode onto the green path.

A green light flashed and carried him to the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Looking at the majestic mountain gate in front of him, Han Muye had many thoughts.

From the time he begged hard in front of the mountain gate to the present day, when all the disciples bowed and welcomed him, his circumstances in the world were really strange.

Is this cultivation? he thought.

“Senior Brother Han,” someone said at the mountain gate.

A servant disciple in a gray robe bowed excitedly.

“Senior Brother Han.”

In a green robe, his face was youthful and ruddy. He must be an outer sect disciple.

“Senior Brother Han.”

The white-robed Yang Mingxuan bowed. Beside him stood a few people from the Sword Pavilion.

Instructor Lin, Liu Hong, and Jiang Ming watched with concern.

Not far away, Bai Suzhen, who was dressed in white, looked at Han Muye and nodded with a smile.

Around him, “Senior Brother Han” could be heard, and gazes landed on Han Muye.

Everyone’s faces were filled with concern, excitement, reverence, and pride.

This was the Nine Mystic Mountain.

The home of all the sword cultivators of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Han Muye took a deep breath, as if he could absorb spiritual energy into his chest and abdomen.