"Big brother!" The moment Jing Tian saw Jiang Siming, it was as if he had seen his savior.
Xu Changqing also let out a long sigh of relief. At last, reinforcements had arrived.
However, he was somewhat worried. He remembered that when Jiang Siming had come to Shu Mountain before, he had only been at the Early Nascent Soul stage.
It had been less than ten years since then. No matter how quickly Jiang Siming's cultivation had advanced, Xu Changqing felt that he could at most be hovering around the Middle Nascent Soul stage.
That did not seem to be of much help to them.
Their entire sect had been unable to defeat a single Evil Sword Immortal, and even Daoist Qingwei, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, had been no match for him.
Would Jiang Siming be of any use?
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you should leave. This Evil Sword Immortal is no ordinary foe. The trouble my fellow disciples and I caused is our responsibility. We don't want to implicate anyone else," Daoist Qingwei said.
Jiang Siming rolled his eyes and complained, "Even if he destroys your sect, he'll still endanger the mortal world. You've already implicated everyone plenty."
"This..." Qingwei was stunned, and the elders' old faces flushed with embarrassment.
Jiang Siming had no time to keep dwelling on their mistake. Everyone made mistakes. Although these old men had committed a grave error by creating the Evil Sword Immortal,
their nature was still good.
"Who are you?"
The Evil Sword Immortal looked at Jiang Siming and asked coldly. He vaguely sensed that this man, who looked as young as Jing Tian and the others, was not someone to be trifled with.
"That's not a question you should be asking," Jiang Siming replied calmly.
"Oh? Then what question