"Is this Cold Wind Cave?"
She had thought an immortal's secluded cultivation cave would have winding paths leading into hidden depths. Who would have guessed it was simply because the wind at the entrance was biting cold?
The tattooed old woman in leather stepped forward and knocked. She picked up a stone and rhythmically struck the rock wall beside the cave entrance, the echoes rolling deep into the cavern. Bai Yujun was not surprised. They were primitives, after all. It was already quite good that they did not hop around making hooting noises.
"What powerful sword intent. Why does it feel slightly familiar?"
Slender jade-like fingers brushed over the sword marks carved into the rocks at the entrance.
She frowned, creasing her brow into the character for river...
"Wait!"
She hurriedly raised a hand to stop the old woman. At that moment, bursts of sword chimes answered from within the cave.
The elder was utterly baffled, while Bai Yujun had just used the sword marks as clues to calculate again. After adding further details, the result faintly turned negative—obscure and unclear. For safety's sake, she had intended not to wake the mysterious swordsman in seclusion, but it was already too late.
Her white paper umbrella opened, resting against her shoulder.
Her right hand clenched her straight saber, her left foot shifted half a step back, and her entire body tensed as she gathered strength!
"White Dragon? Do not be disrespectful to Mr. Xun. Mr. Xun is kind and upright. He has helped my people with Demon Subjugation time and again, slain vicious beasts, and saved us from peril. Do not offend him."
At those words, Bai Yujun stared at the old woman with an exceedingly strange expression.
"Old woman, have you forgotten what my true form is? Demon Subjugation, and