As the drums became increasingly louder, everyone’s expressions became grave while watching Mu Xuankong. Their expressions were solemn, and there was even a hint of sorrow. Lin Yun could tell that the sect master was cheering for everyone and reminiscing about the Golden Generation who died two decades ago. All his emotions were accumulated in his heart, and he wanted to vent it all out.

Half an hour later, the drums stopped and Mu Xuankong was hovering in the air, looking at everyone. His expression became gentle, and he said, “You are all disciples of the Sword Sect, and I don’t have to say how dangerous the Ancient Barren Battlefield is. The Ancient Barren Battlefield is brutal, and we have always been united. But you guys must be even more united.

“I don’t wish to talk too much, and I don’t have any requests. It’s good enough if you guys can come back alive. Remember, no treasure is more important than your life!” Mu Xuankong’s voice was heavy. He could see their expressions of suppressed emotions and excitement, and Mu Xuankong naturally knew what they were thinking....