Three days later.
Great Wilderness, Northern Snow Province.
Cold Willow City.
Night was approaching, and the cold wind cut like knives, biting to the bone.
Inside a tavern.
Su Yi sat alone by the window. On the table before him sat a steaming pot of tea, a teacup, and a plate of pastries.
The tavern was bustling, with no shortage of cultivators chatting among themselves amid the clamor.
"The Xuan Jun Sword Master has only been dead for a little over five hundred years, yet someone already dares to impersonate his name and swindle others. It's simply utterly devoid of conscience!"
"Utterly devoid of conscience? Not necessarily. I heard this person personally killed Lord Huo Yao! His cultivation is bound to be terrifyingly formidable!"
"Why would someone like that insist on impersonating the Xuan Jun Sword Master? There must be some hidden truth behind this."
"You're right, brother. The waters here run too deep, far beyond the wild guesses of ordinary people like us. But one thing is certain: the Profound Abyss Alliance will never let this Su Yi off lightly!"
The Great Wilderness World was likely about to be swept up in an unpredictable storm!
...The topic of everyone's discussion concerned the news that had recently spread throughout the world.
Su Yi found it utterly uninteresting.
He had arrived in Northern Snow Province from the Profound Sky World yesterday. Everywhere he went along the way, people had been discussing this news. He was already sick of hearing it.
"Father, didn't you say Bi Mo was a traitor of the Supreme Mystery Grotto-heaven? Why is he so angry now? Why does he want to deal with that Su Yi who impersonated his master?"
Suddenly, at a nearby table, a girl of only seven or eight spoke up, her little face