A figure appeared before his eyes.
"It's you!"
When Zhang Lian made out the other party's face, his eyes widened involuntarily, his face filled with disbelief.
He almost thought he had seen wrong.
"How is that possible? You're still alive? Weren't you supposed to have fallen a thousand years ago, under Senior Lin's hand, your soul scattered and your spirit dispersed?"
Zhang Lian's expression was little different from seeing a ghost in broad daylight, and if Lin Xuan had been in his place, his reaction likely would not have been much different.
Standing before him was an old man in broad robes and a wide sash. He looked over seventy years old, yet his vigor was at its peak, his stride like a dragon's and a tiger's, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.
The spiritual pressure emanating from his entire body was even more extraordinary, having already reached the perfected level of the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage.
He was only one step away from transcending the tribulation.
That face was so familiar. Zhang Lian was certain he had not mistaken him, because in the years gone by, he had met the other party several times.
This man had once been a cultivator of Cloud Hidden Sect as well, and a greatly renowned one at that.
The Heavenly Sword Peak Master!
He had once been known as the number one person below the Spirit Division Stage in the sect.
He called himself the Heavenly Pivot Sword Venerable.
His strength was no small matter, and even outside Cloud Hidden Sect, his fame had been tremendous.
Given time, he would certainly have broken through his realm. Unfortunately, this cultivator with boundless prospects had offended someone he should never have offended.
Lin Xuan!
At that time, he had only been at Dongxuan, and