Phoenix City, inside White Cloud Temple.
Old Zhang stared blankly at the copper coins spinning on the table and muttered to himself, "After Completion... Before Completion..."
Ever since the day Wang Xian vanished before Mo Yu and the others, he had often cast divinations and calculated the fate of this disciple.
Today, when he looked up and saw those eyes of the Gods and Devils, lording over all creation in the firmament, then recalled the ancient legend of Sword City, turbulent waves surged in his heart.
He had never seen through Wang Xian's past.
What he had witnessed today was merely a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg.
He desperately wanted to know what unpredictable changes his treasured disciple would encounter next.
The old man wanted to know not only Wang Xian's past, but also the next scene in his destiny.
Gazing at that giant eye piercing layer after layer of dark clouds, then glancing at the copper coins endlessly revolving on the table, Old Zhang pondered for a long while before finally deciding to make a personal trip to Sword City.
Even if it took some time, he had to go and see for himself.
At the very least, he had to find Old Gu from Sword Tower and have a proper talk with him...
Wang Xian had already met the wine shopkeeper, and perhaps he had also met the ancient sword immortal guarding the tower. He had to get to the bottom of exactly where this disciple of his had come from.
Now that Wang Xian had entered the Demon Realm, the four girls in Phoenix City who had been entangled with him in matters of love would likely see that relationship come to an end.
Recalling Jiang Yun'er's mischievous appearance, the old man let out a