The Sword Saint was expecting me?
Fang Wang was secretly surprised. He hesitated over whether to reveal everything outright, but then he recalled Zhou Xue's words. She had told him to conceal his name and identity, so she must have had her reasons.
Along the way, the man in yellow talked without stopping. At first, Fang Wang thought the man was deliberately offering him guidance, but as he listened, he realized the man was merely venting his grievances.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Led by the man in yellow, Fang Wang arrived at a pavilion by the lake. The stretch of water before it was thick with lotuses, while mist drifted across the surface, revealing and concealing everything in turns, making the place feel even more like an immortal realm.
"This lake region contains a natural Heavenly Dao Spiritual Vein, buried deep underground. The Sword Saint used a sword array to draw it up to the surface. Mold your spirit here. Stay as long as you wish."
After saying that, the man in yellow turned and left.
Fang Wang cupped his hands toward him in salute, then walked onto the wooden platform by the lake. The platform before the pavilion was simple and crude. Directly ahead stood a broken bridge, like a sword stabbing into the lotus-covered lake.
Fang Wang did not enter the pavilion. Instead, he walked onto the wooden bridge and admired the scenery before him.
Heavy mist filled the air, hazy and dreamlike, yet it could not hide the majestic mountains on the far shore. Lotuses swayed gently in the lake breeze, and from time to time, red fish leaped from the water, as though trying to break free of fate and soar into dragons in a single leap.
Little Purple crawled