A horse, a sword, a jug of wine.
Roaming the ends of the earth, with spring breezes along the way.
It was the dream of many cultivators, but few could truly endure such loneliness and wandering.
Two people entered the tavern. One of them, like Wang Xian, wore white robes, though they were travel-stained, as if he had not changed clothes in a long time.
His hair was a little disheveled, and his face bore the marks of wind and frost, yet he still looked rebellious and unruly, like a true wandering swordsman.
The man gripped a spiritual sword and wore a wine gourd at his waist. His eyes were bright as lightning as he quietly watched Dongfang Jian.
The man's white robes fluttered, and a short beard had sprouted on his face. One look was enough to tell that neither of them had bathed in a long while.
The moment the two entered the tavern, two more young men followed them in. At a glance, they were clearly their companions.
"I'm here!"
Just then, a lock of dark hair carrying a faint fragrance swept quietly into the tavern.
Wang Xian's eyes lit up. A woman in a blue embroidered dress, a spiritual sword in her hand, stepped into the tavern. Her eyes held a smile, but her face was frosty.
Behind her came another woman in a dark red dress. Her eyes seemed veiled in mist, yet she commanded respect without needing to show anger.
Dongfang Jian smiled faintly.
He introduced them to Wang Xian. "This is Nalan Fengyun of Cloudrise Sword Sect on White Cloud Mountain. These two senior sisters are Liu Xiaoxiao and Hua Ruyu of Hundred Flowers Valley."
"Oh!"
So they were familiar faces. Wang Xian was secretly taken aback.
Good heavens, three of the Four