Waiting for a Sword

The wind raged violently, and its remaining force lingered for a long time.

Tian Mingzi was unable to open his eyes amid the flying sand and rolling stones. Fortunately, the problem was not serious. Accustomed to looking down on everyone, he swept the area with his Spiritual Sense and gazed ahead.

He saw nothing, only knowing that there was some humanoid object there. He had no idea of its cultivation realm or species.

At that moment, Lu Bei was wearing the Black Pattern Mask, and the Scattering God Art blurred his cultivation realm. Even a Mahayana Stage cultivator would be unable to see his true appearance, let alone Tian Mingzi, who was only at the Void Refining stage.

When in doubt, claim to be a junior.

Tian Mingzi clasped his hands and bowed politely. "This place is Hengshui Mountain, within the territory of a vassal state of Zhaoqin. I am Tian Mingzi, your junior. Greetings, Senior."

"Fellow Daoist Tian Mingzi, you're too polite. I, Ding, am merely a mountain hermit, a Rogue Cultivator. I hardly deserve to be called Senior." Lu Bei returned the salute and glanced at the compass in Tian Mingzi's hand.

Ordinary goods. They had nothing to do with him.

Since that was the case, there was no need to enforce the law.

After confirming that he had reached Zhaoqin, Lu Bei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The Kunlun Mountain Range was several times wider than he had imagined. A journey originally expected to take three days had taken a full ten days of flight before he finally landed.

He was practically numb.

"I, Ding, still have important matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you while you enjoy the sun. Take your time. We'll meet again if fate allows."

"Senior, please wait. You