Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“As long as Yunlan City continues to provide protection to the demon race, I, Chen Zhulong, will become an ally of the Zhulong Trading Company.” Chen Zhulong was silent for a moment before saying in a deep voice, “The Heavenly Radiance Sect and the Soaring Dragon Territory of the Bitter Immortal Realm will become your allies.”

Chen Zhulong’s words made Qin Zhaoyuan, who knew more about the Bitter Immortal Realm and other forces, widen his eyes.

The Zhulong Trading Company was one thing, but the Heavenly Radiance Sect was a major sect that monopolized an area in the Fuyu Immortal Realm. The Soaring Dragon Territory was a power that could compete with immortal demon kings in the intermediate realm of the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Chen Zhulong could represent so many forces to form an alliance with Yunlan City!

Looking at Chen Zhulong, Qin Zhaoyuan felt a chill in his heart.

The Thunder Bandits had roamed the Bitter Immortal Realm for countless years, but they did not know about the complicated connections behind the Zhulong Trading Company.

It seemed that there were more secrets in the Bitter Immortal Realm that they did not know.

The Thunder Bandits had suffered an unjust defeat.

“As a sword cultivator, my words are spoken without regret,” Han Muye’s face remained calm as he spoke loudly.

His words were as sharp as a sword, spoken with no regrets.

Chen Zhulong smiled.

“Sixth Master Qin, you can go to the Bitter Immortal Realm, and you can go along with the Chen Zhulong Trading Company,” Han Muye looked at Qin Zhaoyuan and said.

Qin Zhaoyuan gave Chen Zhulong a respectful bow.

Chen Zhulong looked at him and said, “This matter isn’t difficult.”

With the matter settled, the two of them walked out of the hall. As they saw the doors of the hall close behind them, Chen Zhulong spoke, “Are you thinking of rescuing the other Thunder Bandits members?”

Qin Zhaoyuan nodded and said, “We’re brothers, we can’t abandon each other.”

Chen Zhulong didn’t say anything more. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and asked, “Is the City Lord going too?”

Qin Zhaoyuan did not answer.

But there was no need for an answer.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, truly an extraordinary person,” Chen Zhulong murmured to himself. He then stepped out of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Qin Zhaoyuan turned to look at the hall and then walked out as well.

“Kid, are you trying to leave this old man behind?” In the distance, on top of a tavern, Li Yungang sneered, placed a large wine gourd on the table, and swung it onto the table.

“Fill this gourd for me, I’m heading out for a while.”

Upon hearing his words, the innkeeper who caught the gourd could hardly keep up with a wry smile and said, “Elder, if you fill this gourd to the brim, even all the wine in the city wouldn’t be enough…”

…

Outside Dongyuan City, in front of Dongyuan Mountain, Han Muye stood in front of a thatched pavilion, clad in a green robe and carrying twin swords.

Zhao Pingyu, dressed in an eight trigrams Dao robe, smiled.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal really believes in people.”

Han Muye clasped his hands and nodded. “Senior Thousand Arrays, shall we set off?”

Hearing his words, Zhao Pingyu shook his head and whispered, “No rush, let me move Dongyuan Mountain first.”