“Ah, my beloved Mount Azure!”
Flying three thousand feet above the clouds at the front of the four-man group, Ancestor Blood-Sword took a deep breath of the crisp mountain wind and wiped a proud tear from his sunken eye.
“Five hundred years ago, before I climbed into the coffin under the lake, I personally carved the words ‘Mortals Who Step Within Ten Miles Shall Die’ onto the front cliff of Mount Azure with my own Sword Qi!” Ancestor Blood-Sword bragged to the other three ancestors flying beside him. “My Azure-Sword Sect has the stiffest spine of all four sects! Even if those useless fools at Myriad-Pill and Joyous-Gold lost their mountains, my ninth-generation disciple Ling Xiao would rather blow up his own dantian than let a single mortal peasant step foot on our sacred peak!”
“Hmph, don’t brag too early, Blood-Sword,” Ancestor Pill-Fire grumbled, rubbing his dry throat as he flew on a cloud of dark red smoke. “Wait until we get there. If Ling Xiao still has a few jars of Five-Hundred-Year Spirit Wine left in the sect cellar, I’m drinking two jars first!”
“And I want to borrow ten thousand pounds of your mountain’s Star-Iron to patch my golden ribs!” Ancestor Gold-Bone wheezed, his fat golden body rattling in the wind because he was out of breath after sleeping for five centuries.
