"I'm Xiao Mo. From now on, I'm your master. Let me hear you call me that."
"Master, Qingyi will become a very, very powerful Sword Immortal!"
"Back home, we call this a birthday cake. Come on, make a wish, and it'll come true."
"Qingyi, your master wants to go out and see the world. Would you like to come with me?" "I'd follow you across a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers!"
"Xiao Mo! Let go of me! Even without that Sword Bone, I can still kill them!"
"Qingyi, forgive your master. This is the last time."
Scenes from three thousand years ago surfaced in the woman's heart.
His voice drifted by Jiang Qingyi's ear.
Jiang Qingyi gripped the long sword in her hand tightly. In her eyes, it seemed there was only the man before her.
As for everyone else—their faces and voices had long since vanished from the woman's world.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Elder Huang of the Myriad Sword Sect, Xiao Mo finally noticed the two female disciples behind him.
One of the disciples had been staring at him the whole time, her gaze never shifting in the slightest.
And, for some reason,
Xiao Mo felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity as he looked at her.
Unfortunately, she wore a veil, so he couldn't see her face at all.
"You three have had a tiring journey. I've prepared a banquet to welcome you and help you wash away the fatigue." Xiao Mo turned his gaze from the veiled woman and continued speaking to Elder Huang.
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you, Your Majesty," Elder Huang said with a smile.
"It's no trouble. Please, all of you."
"Your Majesty, after you."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Huang Wei, Xiao Mo boarded the Dragon Chariot. Elder