A gentle breeze brushed across everyone's faces.
The eyes of the entire Suspended Temple fell upon that figure in black robes and a bamboo hat.
At the sight of him, many people were still somewhat dazed.
So the "Startling Swan Blade" was still at Suspended Temple.
After so many days of seclusion, some of the monks had nearly forgotten Ji Qing.
Only Kong Wen frowned.
He did not know Ji Qing.
The other man was not a monk, so he should not have been someone from Suspended Temple.
As for the Jianghu...
The Jianghu was too vast, and Ji Qing was a young man. Kong Wen could not possibly recognize him at once.
Perhaps he would only know after they fought.
"What a boast! You, a mere young man, dare claim you'll settle twenty years of grudges?"
Kong Wen gave a cold laugh.
Yet he keenly noticed that when the monks and warrior monks of Suspended Temple saw the figure in black robes and a bamboo hat, not a single one of them thought he was boasting.
They seemed to trust him completely.
Something was wrong!
Very wrong!
Kong Zhi in particular was actually hesitating.
From what he knew of Kong Zhi, even he seemed convinced by this young man in black robes and a bamboo hat.
But how was that possible?
"Among the rising talents of the Jianghu, who could possibly win even Kong Zhi's conviction?"
Kong Wen immediately began searching through his memories.
"Wait—black clothes, bamboo hat, long blade... dressed like this, could he be the 'Startling Swan Blade,' Ji Qing?"
Kong Wen's pupils abruptly contracted.
Startling Swan Blade—Ji Qing!
He bore the reputation: where the Startling Swan Blade appeared, heads fell to the ground.
Whenever his blade left its sheath, blood would be spilled!
He had slain