Xiao Yi Xian listened to the old man's words. She truly wanted to know the whole story.
After all, she loved hearing stories most of all. This sort of disjointed tale really made her uncomfortable.
But since the old man before her was unwilling to say more, she believed she would eventually learn the full truth of the matter.
With a flick of the old man's finger, a ray of light surged into Xiao Yi Xian's mind...
Xiao Yi Xian suddenly felt a flood of inexplicable memories flash through her mind. The amount of information was so vast that it made her head spin.
The old man looked at Xiao Yi Xian, nodded, and said, "Since that is the case, let us part ways here. I hope we can meet again someday."
Watching the old man prepare to leave, Xiao Yi Xian endured her headache and asked, "May I ask Senior's name?"
The old man flew into the sky, leaving behind six resounding words that echoed endlessly through the heavens: "I am Wang Quan Fengzhui."
Hearing the old man's words, Xiao Yi Xian could not help searching her memories for that name, yet no matter what she did, she could not figure out who he was.
Perhaps this was the butterfly effect.
That man was a mystery through and through. The only thing she knew was that his weapon was a sword, and that his comprehension of it ran exceedingly deep.
The methods of Sword Intent and Sword Heart in her mind were also incredibly powerful.
Most people on the Dou Qi Continent relied on Fighting Energy bombardments, immense strength, or clashes of laws. Things like intent were truly rare instead.
Sword Intent was actually a special kind of law, but this law could endlessly devour other laws and strengthen