Li Hao frowned slightly.
He remembered telling Xue'er that she did not need to ask her master to come down the mountain to back him.
It was utterly pointless.
After eight years away, Sword Wudao once again stepped into the residence.
The moment he entered the Mountains and Rivers Courtyard, he saw the young man reclining in the Reclining Chair, basking in the sun in perfect ease.
He had assumed a young man like this would cultivate every waking moment. He had not expected such leisure.
Still, perhaps this was his last chance to relax before the great battle. That was understandable.
Four figures followed behind Sword Wudao, all his disciples: three men and one woman. The one with the highest cultivation had long since entered the three immortalities realm.
The four also studied Li Hao, surprise and curiosity showing in their eyes.
"Brother Hao."
Bian Ruxue jogged over, her face blooming into a smile. "I asked my master and the others to come down the mountain."
His pleasant dreams had been disturbed, but faced with the girl's kindness, Li Hao could hardly blame her. He could only rise, toss the Book of Poems aside, and watch the Sword Saint approach, finally sighing inwardly.
He was the one who had taken Little Tail away, but Li Hao himself was the one who had let her go.
And the one who had truly bid him farewell was Little Tail herself.
Who, then, could he blame?
Li Hao blamed no one, for he had already withdrawn those extra steps he had taken toward her.
And so, after a quiet sigh, Li Hao set his tangled thoughts aside and cupped his hands with a cheerful smile. "Venerable Sword Saint, I trust you've been well."
"Hmm?"
Sword Wudao looked mildly surprised. "You still remember