"Good, let's go." Bai Yang nodded and took the lead, speeding toward Great Desolate City.
Bai Yang had no doubts about Dan Qiulin's abilities. While everyone else studied the Heavenly Dao and learned from the experience of their predecessors, Dan Qiulin had already forged his own path—a Sword Dao that belonged to him alone.
Years ago, he had been able to cut down several Earth Emperor Realm experts with a single sword strike. So much time had passed since then. Bai Yang was certain Dan Qiulin still hadn't reached the Emperor level, but he couldn't fathom how strong he was now. At the very least, he should have reached the level Long Hao had once attained, right?
The ways of the world simply made no sense. Dan Qiulin had once been a lowly Martial Master in Qingmu County, and he probably would have spent his whole life tucked away in that little county town. Who could have guessed that, after enduring a trial of love and seeing through its snares, he would soar to the heavens? Compared with those old monsters who had cultivated for thousands of years without breaking through, there was simply no justice in it.
Dan Qiulin said nothing and followed close behind Bai Yang. No matter how fast Bai Yang went, Dan Qiulin never fell behind.
By then, Bai Yang was certain that Dan Qiulin's strength was probably no less than his own. He gave up trying to figure out just how powerful Dan Qiulin was and asked, "By the way, where's your sword?"
"All things under heaven and earth are swords. What need is there for a sword?" Dan Qiulin replied calmly.
Bai Yang was stunned. How am I supposed to play along when you're showing off like that?
Not wanting to say anything and