At that moment, Xiao Yi Xian seemed to have been pulled into an Illusion Realm...
Beneath the azure sky, she seemed to see a man wearing a bamboo hat piercing through the clouds, continuously dancing with a sword high in the air.
A stunningly beautiful woman seemed to stand beside him. Though her features could not be seen clearly, the aura surrounding her was enough to make one lose oneself in it.
Yet calling it a sword dance was somewhat exaggerated. Looking closer, she realized that the weapon in his hand, which seemed to gleam with sword light, was actually a scabbard.
The woman tightly held a bamboo flute in her hand, and the two of them danced lightly atop the white cloud. The indescribable sight drew Xiao Yi Xian deeper and deeper into it.
The bamboo flute gradually rose in motion, seeming not to be an instrument for playing music, but an incomparably sharp sword.
Even the sword light radiating from its hilt was several times stronger than the sword light she could produce now. It seemed to contain a special artistic conception.
A talented man and a beautiful woman—perhaps that was exactly what the phrase was meant to describe. But before Xiao Yi Xian could study it carefully, she had already emerged from the Illusion Realm.
Xiao Yi Xian looked at the old man before her, and a trace of fear flashed deep within her eyes. Such terrifying swordsmanship was certainly not something an ordinary person possessed.
The old man before me is definitely no simple man.
The old man smiled and looked toward the sky outside. "That splendid battle of yours just now was missing something, I think."
"I can tell that you are also a sword wielder, but you lack the most important thing."
Xiao Yi