Wang Ning smirked when he heard the commotion. He had finally gotten back at Lin Yun. Lin Yun was truly impudent to come to the Sword Firmament Pavilion. When the uproar gradually grew louder, the middle-aged man roared to control the disturbance.

Fwoosh!

All the Elders turned to look at Xin Yan with shock in their eyes. If what Wang Ning said was true, giving a seeded candidate quota to a Sword Slave was laughable. 

Talents had gathered in the capital from a different hundred counties. The four sects and Heavenly Qin Institute were recruiting at the same time. So, the slightest disturbance would sweep through the whole capital.

In the Great Qin Empire, the Sword Firmament Pavilion was known as the holy land of swordsmen. If news got out that they gave a seeded candidate quota to a Sword Slave, they would become a laughing stock.

Aside from Li Wuyou, the youths who stood behind Xin Yan wore an odd expression as they moved away from Lin Yun.

“Is he speaking the truth?” An Elder questioned Lin Yun.

“I guess so. It was true that I was a Sword Slave for a period...