Dual Sword Style

The ferry from Whirlwind City to Liaolong was about seventy feet long and thirty feet wide.

It had only a single-deck cabin.

Only a few round wooden tables were fixed inside the cabin, each holding several plates of apples on wooden trays.

Judging by their wrinkled skins, though, the apples seemed to have been sitting aboard the ferry for a very long time.

The ferry was small, its fittings old, and it looked as though it had been operating for who knew how many years.

Even so, serving apples with skins that wrinkled was a bit much, even for Immortal Cultivators.

He Qingling, for one, kept glancing at the apples on the table before her.

As the daughter of He Chenjie, Sect Master of the Xuansheng Sect, He Qingling had hardly known hardship in her life outside of cultivation.

With her talent, even cultivation had never caused her much suffering.

The cramped ferry she was on now had the worst cabin of any vessel she had ever taken.

Yet she showed no distaste. She was simply surprised that a ferry like this existed.

Then He Qingling turned her attention to the middle-aged man standing in a corner, leaning against the cabin wall with his eyes closed as he meditated and rested.

Her gaze drifted to the two long swords bound with cloth at his waist.

"Is something the matter?"

The middle-aged man spoke before He Qingling realized he had noticed her.

"Senior Lin..."

He Qingling said,

"I was just curious. Where are you from?"

Li Haowen paused for barely half a breath before answering.

"The Beiguan Sect."

"...The Beiguan Sect?"

The answer caught He Qingling by surprise.

The Beiguan Sect was a first-rate Immortal Cultivator sect in northern Chenping Continent, but its foundations were still shallow.

Less than thirty years