"Eighth Sword Immortal!"
Matchmaker screamed as though someone had shocked her from behind. Her eyes bulged wide, fixed and blank.
Hua Changdeng suddenly struck, one finger piercing Xiao Wanfeng's forehead and nearly killing him on the spot.
It was utterly shocking.
Yet before Xiao Wanfeng could hit the ground—
The tall man who had seemingly emerged from nowhere with the wind and snow reached out and caught him, dispersing the force of that finger strike and preserving his life.
He gently set the youth in his arms onto the ground, then rose and turned to look ahead.
"Whoosh!"
Lingyu Mountain erupted into commotion.
Everyone stared at the surprise arrival, their faces alight with fervor.
Entirely unlike the scruffy portraits that had circulated sporadically throughout the Five Domains over the past decade, Ba Zunan now seemed washed clean of worldly dust, utterly renewed.
He had always been tall and upright, over eight feet in height, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, broad chest, and long legs. Now, he wore a cloud-patterned shirt threaded with silver beneath a long feather-woven robe, a dragon-wrapped jade belt around his waist, and white plumed boots on his feet. From head to toe, he was dressed in pale blue and white.
Such light-colored sword robes were a common sight throughout the Five Domains. Most sword cultivators adorned them with waist jade and golden pearls, the final touch that brought the dragon to life.
Ba Zunan had none.
He was too simple.
Yet why did this most ordinary sword robe, when worn by him, somehow possess that transcendent, unworldly air no one else could match? "Ba Zunan..."
"Brothers, it really is Ba Zunan! This old lady is burning up!"
Matchmaker completely lost control. Her two eyes seemed to have been drawn away, glued tightly to the tall