The Lost Wayfarer

The battle in the Southern Border had drawn the eyes of the world. The Southern Border had fought the immortals and won, sending the whole world into an uproar!

Inside the Sacred Hall Sword Pavilion.

"We won! We won!!!"

That day, disciples poked their heads out from the grand buildings studded with swords when they heard shouting. They saw the Sky Star Sword Saint, who had been the Sword Pavilion's rising star for nearly a thousand years, racing wildly through the grounds with a message stone in his hand.

"Has that kid gone mad? He's cultivated here for years without ever going out, and he barely cracks a smile. Who did he beat in a fight?"

"You haven't heard? The Southern Border won!"

"What? The Southern Border? You mean they fought the immortal forces and won?"

"Exactly. No wonder Tianxing's so happy. He may be at the height of his fame here, but he still has Azure Cloud written all over him. Back when Azure Cloud fought the immortal forces, he'd have died in the Southern Border if the Sword Ancestor hadn't stopped him. How could he not be happy?"

"I heard he has a Dao companion in the Southern Border. He must be boasting. If she were real, wouldn't he have brought her here sometime in the past thousand years so we could see her?"

"..."

As the sword cultivators talked, the Sky Star Sword Saint reached the Sword Ancestor.

He was at Sword Mountain.

The Sword Ancestor sat cross-legged in midair, with Sword Mountain as his sheath, nurturing swords. Nearly every famous sword in the world came from Sword Mountain. Each held the tempering of the Sword Ancestor's sword path, without which even the finest artifact refiners could not forge a truly world-renowned blade.

By the time the