"A Seven Sword Immortal?" The moment those words were spoken, even Xin Gugu's motion of bending down to grab Xiao Wanfeng again froze in place.
Xu Xiaoshou was equally shaken.
Mei Suren, one of the Seven Sword Immortals?
That cry finally stirred his memories awake.
He vaguely recalled that after first hearing the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal, he had deliberately gone to the Spirit Treasury Pavilion to look up detailed records on the continent's Seven Sword Immortals.
Yet aside from the few famous ones with some recorded deeds,
all the rest had nothing but a title.
But there truly was one among the Seven Sword Immortals known as "Mr. Siren."
This man was far too mysterious!
The records contained only one line of description: "Roams the world far and wide, comes and goes without a trace, fond of being a teacher." Beyond that, nothing was known.
There was not even a portrait. Xu Xiaoshou found it difficult to determine whether the man before him was truly Mr. Siren, one of the Seven Sword Immortals.
Yet first, the other party had admitted it.
Second, there had been Xiao Wanfeng's cry of alarm.
Surely these two had not plotted together to swindle their way into the First Pavilion Under Heaven?
In a single instant, Xu Xiaoshou rejected that absurd notion and even questioned the twisted train of thought that had produced it.
—There was simply no need!
This was a demi-saint. Why would he need to go through such elaborate trouble? "You..."
Turning back, Xu Xiaoshou tried to speak, but he could not get out even half a sentence.
He looked the man up and down, attempting to see something more in this great expert whom he had overlooked.
Yet the old man had crane-white hair, wore azure robes, and