Deng Zuo's words won Yan Daolin and the Fisherman's approval.
That was simply the Temple Master's nature.
"His heart was like his sword—ever pressing forward, unburdened by all ties. If not for that, how could he have suppressed every realm beneath the stars with a single sword throughout those long years?"
Yan Daolin said softly.
The Fisherman sighed. "Indeed. In this world, I fear only that fellow could truly face life and death without fear, remaining unruffled by favor or disgrace."
They were all the Temple Master's enemies.
Yet when speaking of the Temple Master, none of them could deny that he was an opponent so formidable that no amount of caution toward him would be excessive!
As they spoke, a wave of astonished cries suddenly erupted, like mountains roaring and seas crashing. The cries grew louder and louder, filling heaven and earth.
Yan Daolin, the Painter, the Fisherman, and Deng Zuo all raised their eyes and looked into the distance.
They knew the Temple Master had arrived.
Su Yi had arrived.
Alone, clad in azure robes, hands clasped behind his back, he walked over step by step from the distant heavens with an indifferent expression.
Countless gazes converged upon him in unison.
Cries of shock and uproar rose and fell between heaven and earth like surging waves.
"The Temple Master... he actually came!"
Many people's hearts surged with emotion, too excited to contain themselves.
"Though we already knew he would come today and never return, merely this courage and audacity to attend the meeting alone makes him impossible to slander."
Many important figures among the dead spirits sighed with emotion.
In this age, sword cultivators who looked down upon the world with such pride were truly too rare.
Even in the Primordial Era, they would have been as