Set off to Netherworld

The Old Blind Man's attitude was unusually solemn.

But perhaps worried that Su Yi's proud nature would keep him from listening, he could not help patiently explaining, "You may not know this, but although the Xuan Jun Sword Master passed away many years ago, his lingering might remains. Some of the immensely powerful old guys in the Netherworld Land shared an inseparable friendship with the Xuan Jun Sword Master."

"If your words show disrespect toward the Xuan Jun Sword Master, you may very well invite unnecessary trouble."

Every word came from the bottom of his heart as he earnestly advised, "In fact, if my Master were still alive and heard you speaking this way, he would certainly fly into thunderous wrath. His old self revered the Xuan Jun Sword Master above all else, and hated most of all when others casually passed judgment on him."

The corner of Su Yi's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.

This Old Blind Man truly was blind!

"Enough. Get some rest."

Su Yi could not be bothered to say anything more. He closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The Old Blind Man had originally wanted to ask about the origins of that Master and disciple pair, but seeing this, he held back.

He quietly made his way into a shadowy corner of the main hall, sat cross-legged, and stared blankly into space.

Tomorrow, he would return to the Netherworld Land. Yet he had no idea when he would finally be able to avenge his Master...

Bi Mo was too powerful.

The mere thought of it filled one with despair and helplessness.

"No matter what, with Master Su here, there is at least a sliver of hope."

The Old Blind Man murmured to himself.