Sword God?
What a grand title!
Li Qingqiu had grown intensely interested in Shen Yue. Although he was already cultivating immortality, he was still fascinated by legends from the martial world.
"Let's go down the mountain and take a look," Li Qingqiu said with a smile.
Yuan Qi immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid the sect master wouldn't be willing to step in.
There were plenty of experts within the sect, but only the sect master could make him feel completely safe.
The two left Lingxiao Courtyard and headed down the mountain. They saw many disciples and pilgrims hurrying downhill. The name Sword God carried such weight that even those who had never heard of him were intensely curious just from hearing those two words.
At the foot of Qingxiao Mountain, a sea of people had gathered outside the mountain gate. Hundreds had already crowded around.
Li Sijin squeezed through the throng and made her way to the front. Her gaze fell on an old man in white standing across the Xi River. He rested both hands on the hilt of his sword, its scabbard planted on the ground, and kept his eyes closed as he composed himself. His robes fluttered in the breeze, giving him an almost immortal air.
He was none other than Sword God Shen Yue.
Just standing there, he gave off an intense feeling of pressure.
Li Sijin's eyes lit up. This Sword God truly had extraordinary bearing, and he fit her image of an unparalleled expert to a tee.
"Is he the Sword God? He looks just like an immortal."
"I heard that when the Sword God was young, he was a god of slaughter. Before Great Li was founded, the world was plunged into a terribly dark age of