Though Qingyuan was nominally living in seclusion on Golden Ao Island, cut off from the world, the course of the Primordial Wilderness had in fact always remained under his control.
Daoist Jieyin knew this very well.
Upon reaching Golden Ao Island,
Daoist Jieyin headed straight north!
After taking only a few steps, he heard voices coming from the tea pavilion. Startled, he instinctively slowed his pace.
An indescribable discomfort rose within him.
"Master, your swordsmanship has indeed improved greatly. Luohou once ran rampant through the Primordial Wilderness, committing countless evils. Across the entire Primordial Wilderness, there are very few who could fight him without falling behind."
"Hahaha, of course! I fought Luohou for so long—it wasn't for nothing. Though I drove that fellow away, his Sword Dao truly has some skill to it. I pondered it for several days and finally figured out a thing or two."
"Few in the Primordial Wilderness could rival Master's Sword Dao!"
"Hahahaha, you alone truly understand me..."
Clear laughter rang out from the beach. Evidently, both men engaged in idle conversation were in high spirits.
Daoist Jieyin paused.
He recognized it. That was Sect Master Tongtian's voice.
Why was Sect Master Tongtian here?
Daoist Jieyin frowned, quietly mulling it over.
He hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.
Two people sat at the tea table by the sea.
One was Qingyuan. With his youthful face and azure Daoist robe, he sat at the tea table brewing tea. His movements were casual, and he looked like an ordinary young man, without the bearing of some great expert. Yet Daoist Jieyin knew that was merely an appearance.
The other was Sect Master Tongtian. His face was imposing, a longsword hung at his waist, and he was animatedly talking about something.
A flush of excitement colored