A major event in the jianghu.
Chen Yi naturally knew what it was about—nothing more than White Immortal's duel with some swordsman.
"What is it?"
Seeing him look over, Pei Guanli lowered her voice and said:
"Grandma said in her letter that White Immortal, the most formidable person in the jianghu, is going to duel someone upstream on the Chishui River."
"Duel whom?"
"'Snow Sword Lord,' Ye Guxian."
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. "This person..."
"Brother-in-law, you know Snow Sword Lord too? Brother and Third Uncle both said he's the greatest swordsman since Sword Saint Li Wudang."
"...Never heard of him."
"He..."
Pei Guanli's delighted smile froze. "Brother-in-law, you've never heard of him?"
Chen Yi smiled and nodded. "I truly don't know."
These past days, his mind had been focused on resolving the Xiao Family's troubles. Even when he occasionally heard jianghu anecdotes, they came only in scattered fragments.
For example, the reclusive White Immortal and his disciple, Shui Hetong.
Xiao Jinghong's master, Sword Saint Li Wudang.
Liu Lang's master, Blade Ghost Chu Xiudao, as well as the Tianshan Sect where Xie Tingyun and Shen Huatang belonged, and so on.
These senior figures of the jianghu were mostly connected to people around Chen Yi, so he had heard more about them.
As for the other Jianghu People, he naturally had never heard of them and did not care much either.
"Tell me, what is the background of Snow Sword Lord Ye Guxian?"
Pei Guanli immediately perked up and chattered away as she told him about Ye Guxian.
Originally, she had known nothing of this Snow Sword Lord either, but Pei Gan and the others had told her quite a lot before they left.
"Alone upon snowy peaks through nineteen springs, plum blossoms fell upon his shoulder without staining the