Upon hearing that Mage Erzhen was bringing his men to seize the Great Seal of the True Martial Sect, Zhao Rong immediately leaped out of his room. He looked at the menacing crowd approaching and declared authoritatively, "Sect Leader Mage Yizhen has just left, and you animals already dare to run wild? The True Martial Sect is a sacred ground for cultivators. I am now its Sect Leader, so who gave you the right to stir up trouble here?" As he spoke, Zhao Rong drew the Dharma Sword from the storm within his Dantian. He stood with his sword at the ready before the broken bridge, awaiting the group's approach.
On the other side, Mage Erzhen led Wang Jingang, Huang Mao, Dasha, and a horde of minions, swaggering toward Sect Leader Mage Yizhen's room. Wang Jingang trailed beside Mage Erzhen like a sycophant, fawning over him. "Master, since Sect Leader Mage Yizhen has left, the True Martial Sect should naturally fall to you. How could it possibly be Zhao Rong's turn?"
