He was only imagining what Wang Xian must have looked like as he broke through the boundary and departed, remembering how the Sword Tower had collapsed all those years ago.
He remembered the young man's resolute back, remembered those words: "From this day on, expel Wang Xian from the sect!" He remembered every detail amid the flying dust.
A faint smile crept onto his face.
There was admiration in that smile, and emotion; respect for the young man, and a chance to reflect on himself.
Thinking of this, Old Gu laughed. "Compared with you two, master and disciple, I lacked a little courage. Otherwise, I should have left long ago... Is there really anything to fear about life and death?"
Then he couldn't help throwing back his head and laughing. "Fight with all you've got. Leave no regrets!"
His laughter rang across the summit, shaking snow loose in soft flurries. It brimmed with boldness and freedom, with the clarity of someone who had seen through the mortal world.
From that moment on, Old Gu decided to keep his mouth shut!
He would watch the final battle of Sword City's past hundred years!
Over those hundred years, Sword City had seen countless battles: struggles between good and evil, feuds between sects, and clashes born of old grudges.
But none of them could compare with the one before him.
This was a duel between two peerless experts, a contest between two men on the verge of transcendence. It was the greatest battle in Sword City's hundred-year history.
Yang Ruolan listened to the old sword immortal's words and furrowed her brow slightly, but said nothing.
Perhaps, in her eyes, forcing Wang Xian's master up Cang Mountain was already quite an achievement!
A man who had only just broken through daring to face a