Yan Qing glanced at the port and main avenue that had only recently been renovated, pressed down his fluttering hair, and hurriedly stepped forward to call out:
"Master, and this young lady, please stop fighting. If this keeps up, the Cloud Cavalry will intervene!"
"Shut up, you're no good either, Ma Yanqing!"
"Uh, miss, Yanqing... Yanqing has never even met you."
The boy looked completely innocent, and indeed he truly was.
What did whatever his counterpart had done have to do with an innocent, upright Xianzhou boy swordsman like him?
Seeing her disciple being scolded, Cheng Lingshuang flicked the golden hairpin in her hand.
Whoosh—
Golden radiance soared across the sky, sweeping away the sea of clouds to reveal the endless blue sky beyond the port.
Bang!
Half a giant sword dropped to the ground, and Xiao Shi touched her undamaged right ear, the spot where the sword qi had just swept past, leaving behind only the ringing of the sword and no scar.
Xiao Shi let out a cold snort, tossing the broken sword back into the void where it vanished without a trace, then sneered:
"Five hundred years have passed, and you've certainly progressed very quickly!"
"Your Excellency also has the demeanor of my master—no, I should say you are even much stronger than in my memory. However, to you, am I actually a figure from five hundred years ago? I remember clearly not having left for all that many years... What reign era are we even in nowadays?"
"A reign era? You're even more out of touch with the times than that fossil. This is a modern society, where are there any messy reign eras left?"
"It seems the universe is so vast that even time has become difficult to measure; some places are fast, some places