Sitting alone in the pavilion, Wang Xian silently took out a wooden sword and gently ran his hand over it.
It was a wooden sword utterly unlike the spirit swords of this world. There was no savagery, no cunning, and certainly no scheming on it.
A few faint Dao Scriptures and some talismans were carved into the blade. It was the first sword he had used in the snow at the temple after the Old Daoist found him all those years ago.
Perhaps it was the only sword in the world without a trace of killing intent.
His master had turned and left. That was their final farewell as master and disciple.
Wang Xian remained silent for a long while, then finally put away the wooden sword and took out a bamboo sword he had carved in the back hills of the Academy.
He murmured, "A bamboo sword has no edge, yet it can still stir up the winds and clouds of heaven and earth."
A faint, almost inaudible voice suddenly sounded in his Divine Sea. "Then settle all the karma before you."
"Master?"
Wang Xian jolted in surprise and blurted out, "How can you come to this world?"
In a flash, he thought his master, Yang Wanjin, had come down from the Ninth Heaven to Kunlun Mountain. He couldn't help looking up.
The candle flame wavered gently. There wasn't a single figure in sight.
That faint voice sounded again in his Divine Sea. "What is karma? After all these years, have you understood?"
"What is karma?" Wang Xian replied crisply.
Though he had read all ten volumes of the scriptures and was something of a Buddhist disciple, he had naturally gained some insight into the ways of karma.
Still, he hadn't expected his master in the Divine Sea to