Clang, clang, clang...
Beneath the towering western gate of Fusang City, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the massive city walls.
He was a scruffy middle-aged man with loose hair, an unkempt beard, and ragged black clothes. A huge sack rested on his shoulder, heavy and bulging.
As he walked, the sack bounced again and again, metal lumps within knocking against one another.
"He doesn't look like the Eighth Sword Immortal. He looks more like a miner..."
Li You knitted her delicate brows, her expression grave as she sensed that something was terribly wrong.
Even though this man differed somewhat from the Eighth Sword Immortal of legends and myths—he was far too disheveled!
He truly had only eight fingers, however, and a conspicuous scar on his neck. Not a trace of spiritual essence emanated from him, and not even the faintest sword intent could be seen.
If this had been the Southern Domain, Li You would have laughed it off.
After all, there were countless people in the Southern Domain impersonating Ba Zunan. Lately, even Dao Hall Master, Ai Cangsheng, and Master Shou had become popular disguises...
But this was the Central Region—Fusang, where Famous Swords gathered—and Saint Slave had always been obsessed with collecting Famous Swords.
It had to be the real one!
"Sect Master, shall we pull off a big job?"
The Third Elder had barely finished speaking when he clutched his head in pain. He had taken a hand-chop to the forehead. Turning around, he saw Sect Master Li You's beautiful oval face trembling with fury. "Shut up. Retreat!"
Everyone from the Nether Ghost Sect immediately moved to leave.
The Third Elder still tried hard to force open his tightly squeezed cross-eyes. Failing, he said reluctantly:
"But this really is a huge job..."
"I heard Ba