As she looked at the middle-aged man staring intently at her, Song Qingyu inexplicably found him somewhat familiar.
After pondering for a moment, she quickly realized that this man resembled a portrait she had once seen at the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.
"Did you come from Western Hua Continent?"
Seeing that Song Qingyu seemed to have recognized him, Ling Zhentian immediately stopped concealing his aura and gathered a mass of black Spiritual Energy before her eyes.
"Profound Nether Sword Art—you truly are Senior Ling!"
"This junior, Song Qingyu, greets Senior!"
Although she still found it somewhat hard to believe that Ling Zhentian, whom she had searched for over so many years, had suddenly appeared at Baimeng Mountain,
the moment she saw the black sword intent in his hand, identical to the cultivation art she practiced, Song Qingyu recognized his identity at once. Without further hesitation, she stepped forward and respectfully saluted him.
"Qingyu, I still have some matters to attend to, so I will not disturb your conversation any longer!"
Seeing that Song Qingyu had recognized Ling Zhentian, Bai Yuxian, who stood nearby, hurriedly greeted them and departed, leaving the two of them space to speak alone.
After Bai Yuxian left, Song Qingyu, still somewhat excited, immediately clasped her hands and asked Ling Zhentian:
"Senior Ling, Qingyu has been unable to find any news of you all these years. Why did you suddenly come here? Did Seventh Brother tell you that I was here?"
"Oh! I was trapped somewhere all these years. Only a few years ago did I happen to meet Fellow Daoist Qingming, and we escaped together and returned here.
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After confirming that the person before him was indeed Song Qingyu, whom he had come to find, Ling Zhentian explained how he had been trapped in the outside