The Immortal Crane flew through the air at incredible speed, soon descending from the distant sky onto the mountain peak where the Sword God stood. A faint breeze stirred as it affectionately rubbed the hem of the Sword God's robes with its beak.
Now that he was closer, Wan Tiancheng could see more clearly. This Immortal Crane was indeed no ordinary immortal beast. Its entire body was snow-white, its feathers like swords, faint sword qi brimming within them and piercing the air with sharpness. Its pupils were blood-red, like crimson gems—beautiful beyond anything in the mortal world.
Especially the pressure it radiated. From afar, it had not been obvious, but at such close range, Wan Tiancheng could barely breathe. Its strength clearly far surpassed the peak of the Innate realm; it might even rival the powerful among Celestials.
"It is said that the Sword God has an Immortal Crane by his side, one well-versed in the Sword Dao. It seems the rumors were true. This must be that legendary one."
"Crane, let's go."
The Sword God seemed exceedingly fond of the Immortal Crane. After playing with it for a while, he casually glanced toward the giant tree behind which Wan Tiancheng hid, as though looking at a tiny insect. Then he leaped onto the Immortal Crane's back, sat cross-legged atop it, patted its body, and spoke.
The next moment, the Immortal Crane spread its wings and soared. Its cry carried far into the distance, tearing through the vault of heaven and leaving behind a straight white streak rising upward. Soon, man and crane became a black speck and vanished into the distant sky.
"Whew. It's impossible that the Sword God didn't notice me. Why didn't he strike at me? Is he not afraid I'll reveal his secret?"
Seeing the Sword