"They're back!"
A clamor erupted through Yujing City. One after another, people pointed at the dazzling Spatial Profundity Formation Diagram high in the sky, beside themselves with excitement.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Ye Xiaotian had returned—and brought back three people with him. He had successfully crossed two domains! "So this is Spatial Profundity..."
"Look! The one in front is Feng Tingchen, one of the Seven Sword Immortals! Oh, from the previous generation."
"That's Elder Yang, right? I've seen his portrait—the old Sword Immortal with the goat beard, from the same generation as Mr. Siren?"
"Who's that young man?"
"No idea, but it doesn't matter."
"Mm-hmm, the Wind Clan has arrived. The battle of Sword Immortals can begin!"
Dazzling blossoms gradually blurred the eye.
Prosperous Yujing City and the ruined battlefield beyond its walls formed an extreme contrast that left Feng Zhongzui staring in a daze.
Wind Clan City had flourished as well.
But compared to a grand place like Kyoto, it was still like a wizard before a great sorcerer.
"Mr. Siren."
The moment Feng Tingchen appeared, he was the first to cup his hands toward Mei Suren in greeting. At the same time, his gaze gestured toward the young man behind him.
"Oh, oh, greetings, Mr. Siren. This junior has admired you for so long!" Feng Zhongzui greeted him while pulling a small mirror from his spatial ring.
He still knew what his actual job was: to relay the sights and shock of arriving here to everyone across the Five Domains, so they could feel it for themselves.
His voice paused.
Feng Zhongzui's wet hair lifted slightly, and a tide of sword intent swept from his body into the Dao Transmission Mirror.
Buzz!
Wind stirred across the city, accompanied