Cold Winds Temper Proud Bones, Yet the Plum's Fragrance Grows Richer-Seven Sword Immortal Mei Suren Makes His Entrance!

Three breaths?

Make a life-or-death choice? Did I not need time to think? Even when Ba Zunan wanted me in the White Cavern, he hadn't threatened me like this! You're bullying people!

In his Vanishing State, Xu Xiaoshou could no longer hold it in. He began cursing and raging.

But in the next second, he suddenly understood why Jiang Buyi had abruptly ended the conversation and demanded that he make a choice directly, because...

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The Communication Talisman continued to sound in its steady rhythm. At one moment, however, it emitted a faint glow, and a subtle guiding force formed in Xu Xiaoshou's mind, directing his gaze toward a certain direction.

Within Jiang Buyi's Saint Domain, even Xu Xiaoshou's Perception had been disturbed, leaving him unable to see the outside world clearly.

But when he turned his eyes now, he discovered that amid the blurry world beyond the Saint Domain, there was an incomparably clear figure.

It was an old man clad in a pale-purple swordsman's robe, holding a folding fan. He was exceptionally graceful, otherworldly and refined.

Other than the two stone swords on his back slightly detracting from his bearing, he resembled an exiled immortal, his entire body giving off the faint radiance of a savior, like an angel descending.

"Mr. Siren?" Xu Xiaoshou was overjoyed.

He knew this man! A guest elder of First Pavilion Under Heaven, he had left by winding roads sometime after the Royal City Night Battle, following his failed attempt at taking a disciple. No one knew where he had gone.

Never had Xu Xiaoshou expected that, at his most perilous moment, the man would appear steadfastly outside Jiang Buyi's Saint Domain, Communication Talisman in hand.

A needle that steadied the sea!

If this was not a savior, then what was?