On a treacherous mountain peak, the Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion stood there, carrying a Sword Box on his back, gazing at the distant Black Winged Dragon Roc with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"I never thought even this old demon would be stirred. It seems this is not the time to approach rashly," the Pavilion Master muttered softly to himself.
Behind him stood the Eight Swordsmen, each hanging their heads in silence, bearing injuries on their bodies.
"Pavilion Master, it is our incompetence—we failed to capture that boy," a female martial artist wielding a short sword spoke, her tone laced with guilt.
The Pavilion Master chuckled lightly, "You can't be blamed for this. I truly didn't expect that boy to be hiding so deeply; even I misjudged him."
"Mr. Dragon Elephant has already returned from the Extreme North Land; why doesn't the Pavilion Master bring him here as well?" the woman asked.
