This middle-aged man was handsome and refined, with an air that made others feel as though bathed in a spring breeze. He held a longsword in his hand, its blade glimmering with a faint light.
"Thank you for saving my life, Senior!" Lin Taichu hurriedly bowed to the middle-aged man and said gratefully.
The middle-aged man smiled faintly and waved his hand. "No need for such courtesy. I was merely passing by and happened to see that you were in danger, so I lent a hand."
Lin Taichu nodded, his heart filled with gratitude toward the middle-aged man. He knew that if the man had not acted in time, he would already be a corpse.
"May I ask Senior's esteemed name?" Lin Taichu asked respectfully.
The middle-aged man smiled calmly. "My surname is Li, and my given name is Xiaoyao."
"Li Xiaoyao!" Lin Taichu's pupils contracted, and shock appeared on his face.
He had never expected that this middle-aged man before him was the renowned Sword Saint, Li Xiaoyao!
Li Xiaoyao, known as the Sword Saint, was one of the most powerful experts. His swordsmanship was unmatched beneath heaven, carrying boundless might—the realm countless martial artists dreamed of attaining.
Lin Taichu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart before respectfully saying, "This junior is Lin Taichu. Greetings, Senior Li."
Li Xiaoyao smiled slightly and waved his hand. "No need to be polite. The technique you used just now should have been Eight Trigrams of Wandering Clouds, right? I never expected you to have cultivated it to such a level. You have truly made me see you in a new light!"
Lin Taichu said bitterly, "Senior flatters me."
Li Xiaoyao smiled. "Since we are both practitioners of martial arts, how about exchanging a few moves?"
Hearing that