The Fool?
Sword Hermitage lay downstream of Icy Breath River.
At that moment, a fishing boat floated atop Icy Breath River in Sword Hermitage. An old fisherman in a straw rain cape gripped his fishing rod tightly, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. "He actually reached Sword Hermitage in only seven days. Interesting..."
Meanwhile, a black-robed young man stood on the bank, bored stiff and with nothing to do. His face was utterly lifeless as he muttered, "Boring. Boring. Boring. So boring..."
"Jianxing, Dongfang Bai has arrived. Go receive him."
The old man in the straw rain cape called out calmly from the fishing boat.
"What! Brother Dongfang is here!" Zhang Jianxing, who had been bored stiff, suddenly leaped to his feet. Looking at Old Man Lone Boat in pleasant surprise, he said, "Master, I'll go receive Brother Dongfang right now!"
With that, Zhang Jianxing immediately vanished from before the several thatched huts.
Lin Bai's pace was neither fast nor slow. After seven days, he finally reached the front of Sword Hermitage.
Icy Breath River wound onward once more. Lin Bai saw several simple thatched huts along the bank ahead. At that moment, the area around the huts was packed with figures, all dressed in exceptionally luxurious clothing. At a glance, they were clearly young masters from prominent lineages.
These young masters all shared one trait: their talent in the sword path was exceedingly rare. Any one of them could have gone to the East Ripple Sword Sect or even the Reaching Heaven Sword Sect and easily become a Purple-Robed Inner Disciple. They might even have been qualified to compete for the title of Sword Paragon!
"Could this be Sword Hermitage?" Lin Bai gazed curiously at the several thatched huts and slowly walked over.
Among that group of young