Shushan.
The cliffs were precipitous, the bizarre rocks were jagged, and the towering mountains stood like giant swords piercing the sky. The eerie black mountain formations imparted a sense of stern hardiness.
On some of the high peaks, pavilions and towers stood tall, majestic palaces emanating a faint spiritual light. Between the peaks, dangerous rope bridges connected each mountain, with clouds swirling all around.
At this moment, on the peaks, numerous streaks of sword light were continually flying and weaving; these were Shushan disciples flying with their swords. Occasionally, from each mountain, the sword lights would take off and land.
Suddenly, outside Shushan, from the distant horizon, came two streaks of purple and cyan sword light.
The dazzling radiance instantly caught the attention of everyone within the Shushan Sword Sect.
"Look, what is that? It seems to be two swords!"
