As one of the Confucian Temple Attendant Sages, the old master He Shou was responsible for guarding the Sword Qi Great Wall ruins. He immediately descended from the Sky Curtain and stopped in midair beyond the wall of the half of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Keeping to their agreement and observing the rules, he did not set foot on the wall. He bowed to the oldest Sword Cultivator in the human world and said with utmost respect, "I, your junior He Shou, pay my respects to the Old Great Sword Immortal."
The title "Old Great Sword Immortal" had first been coined by A Liang. The local Sword Cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall had taken it up, and even Sword Cultivators returning home from other continents had grown used to addressing Chen Qingdu that way. It had simply become custom.
Chen Qingdu only looked toward Tuoyue Mountain. He ignored the Temple Sage's greeting.
Left hanging there, He Shou took no offense. If the Old Great Sword Immortal had been easy to talk to, he would not have been Chen Qingdu.
He Shou soon gave a rueful smile. He had been kept entirely in the dark about that High God's concealment, appearance, and attack. As a result, before the Old Great Sword Immortal appeared, the half of the wall with which the young Yin Guan had merged his Dao had been subjected to a concealed offensive divine ability.
Whatever the case, this was a failure on his part and the Temple of Literature's. He had to own it.
For now, He Shou could only be sure of one thing: that Spirit's covert strike seemed to have "woken" part of the Old Great Sword Immortal's Primordial Spirit.
He had not sent a single sword strike toward the Savage World. Instead,