Apricot Blossom Alley was quiet, the tavern still.
The shopkeeper, Nangong Xuan, and the waiter stood motionless, their expressions grave as they gazed at the sky beyond the main hall, watching the people who had already left.
Nangong Xuan watched the two old men in the wind, lost in thought.
The two figures grew farther and farther away, then finally disappeared around the corner of the alley. He lowered his head and glanced at the teacup in his hand. The tea had gone cold.
The waiter, meanwhile, was thinking about the young lady who had gone to the Goddess Palace. Would she one day fight with Wang Xian, who had suddenly returned to Sword City, over what had happened today?
After all, the way things looked, the young lady ought to stand with the Goddess Palace. She was a disciple of the Goddess Palace—that was an indisputable fact.
Nangong Xuan, however, was wondering who would emerge victorious from today's battle.
With the Old Sword Immortal there, he did not need to worry too much.
Still, with someone like Gongsun Tianyang and the Old Daoist at their level, if the two of them fought, the very heavens and earth might change color.
If they truly had to settle the matter with a winner and a loser, no one could predict how it would end.
In the past hundred years, the Old Sword Immortal had never truly made a move. No one knew whether he would unleash a sword that could shatter the heavens.
At that moment, Nangong Xuan suddenly thought of Wang Xian, who was in the Demon Realm.
What was that fellow doing in the Demon Realm right now? Did he know that his master was facing the one person in all of Sword City he should least provoke—for his