Returning the Scripture at Their Doorstep

Lu Zheng and Shen Ying arrived at their destination, then made their way deep into the mountains.

There, amid the depths of the mountain range, seven waters wound around the peaks. Cloud and mist shrouded the hills, faint rosy light glimmered, an ever-present cloud valley lay to the left, and stone peaks speared straight into the heavens on the right. Birds wheeled overhead, deer and monkeys dwelled below, and from time to time Sword Qi churned the winds and clouds while sword light flashed back and forth, illuminating the sky and suffusing heaven and earth, as though this were the abode of immortals.

It was precisely the famed sect where Sword Immortals often resided and sword heroes came and went.

Flying Feather Mountain! "Another reclusive sect. It's so far from the official road—we still have dozens of li to walk along the mountain road." Lu Zheng reined in his horse and sighed.

As he spoke, Lu Zheng circulated the cloud energy within him. White Cloud True Qi surged around his body, forming a sizable cloud overhead.

"White Cloud Temple Outer Disciple Lu Zheng, together with my wife, Shen, has come to return a scripture and pay respects to the mountain."

Lu Zheng's voice was not loud, nor did he deliberately send it outward. Still, anyone meant to hear it would surely hear it.

Lu Zheng revealed his profound cultivation, and sure enough, a streak of sword light abruptly rose from the mountain opposite. Swift as an arrow loosed from the bowstring, it arrived nearby in an instant. The sword light landed, revealing a middle-aged man.

The man wore coarse cloth, with a sparse beard beneath his chin, brows sharp as swords, and bright, piercing eyes.

"Zheng Boxian of Flying Feather Mountain greets Young Master Lu and his esteemed wife!" Zheng