A Lively Sword Pool

"Junior Brother Feng?" Bu Jingyun hesitated.

He already knew of Ni Pusa's prophecy for Xiongba.

A golden-scaled creature was never meant to remain in a pond; once it encountered wind and clouds, it would transform into a dragon. The dragon's roar in the nine heavens would bring a world-shaking change; when wind and clouds met, it would lurk beneath the waters.

He rose through wind and clouds, and would fall through wind and clouds.

"Yes. Only your fates can restrain Xiongba," Jian Tan said. "The Peerless Good Sword and Snow Drinking Mad Saber can each complete your destinies."

"When you obtain the Peerless Good Sword and see Nie Feng with your own eyes, you will understand."

"Why haven't you left?" Bu Jingyun asked.

"I'm going to protect you until you obtain the Peerless Good Sword and Nie Feng arrives," Jian Tan said.

"Is the Peerless Good Sword only one final step away? Can it be activated at any time?" Bu Jingyun suddenly stopped. When Jian Tan nodded, he said, "Then we'll go now."

"Brother Yun, aside from you and Jian Tan, don't we still need Duan Lang?" Chu Chu asked.

"No." Bu Jingyun did not slow down. "He'll come on his own. He'll never allow any sword to eclipse Fire Kirin's edge."

"Get lost!" Facing the person blocking his path, Bu Jingyun casually struck out with his palm and sent him flying.

Soon, another person appeared to block their way.

The man wore white and carried a sword that radiated vast Positive Qi, a sword Bu Jingyun found extremely familiar.

"Jingyun," the newcomer said warmly.

"Jian Chen." The gloom between Bu Jingyun's brows faded somewhat.

He had known Jian Chen since childhood.

He had been saved by Uncle Black, who was Nameless.

Uncle Black had wanted him to become Master