Great Bamboo Peak.
A streak of green light, bright as a rainbow, stretched across the sky.
The aura wasn't deliberately restrained.
Instead, it was like an unparalleled divine weapon drawn from its sheath, carrying a vast vitality that seemed to flow without end.
Two utterly different Daoist auras blended perfectly.
"It's Seventh Brother!"
Tian Ling'er had sharp eyes.
A delighted light instantly shone in her amber eyes.
Ignoring the fact that Tian Buyi was still in a foul mood,
she cheered and made to run outside.
Lin Jingyu stared fixedly at the sky.
The streak of green light was so fast that even its afterimage was hard to catch.
He had heard his master say
that Seventh Brother had reached the Shangqing Realm two years ago.
Now,
two years had passed.
What realm had Seventh Brother reached by now?
Zhang Xiaofan stood in a corner.
He craned his neck, mouth slightly agape, his face full of admiration and envy.
Although he hadn't seen Ye Xuan for two years,
Zhang Xiaofan had always kept him in his thoughts.
Because he knew very well
that if Seventh Brother hadn't given him a Marrow Cleansing Pill,
his own talent would surely have disappointed Master greatly.
Boom!
A wave of air surged through, making everyone's clothes flap loudly.
A slender figure rode the green light down and landed steadily in the open space before Shou Jing Hall.
The sword light faded.
A simple, ancient-looking long sword came into view. Its blade was a deep, lustrous green, as if it had been carved from a piece of an everlasting tree's core.
The Chang Qing Sword!
The young man wore white robes as pristine as snow. His black hair was casually tied behind his head, and that familiar, lazy smile played at the corners of his