The figure appearing before the three of them wore a white robe patterned with azure lines. Rather than a swordsman, he looked more like an elegant scholar.
His features were refined and gentle, without the slightest resemblance to a Sword Cultivator.
Yet the longsword at his waist could not be ignored. Though its white-jade scabbard appeared warm and lustrous, anyone knew that once drawn, it would reveal incomparable sharpness—a Divine Weapon!
"It's actually him!"
Hui Tianyu instinctively took half a step back. "The final disciple of that old sword madman. If not for Heavenly Fate An Jing, he could practically be called the foremost of the new generation. He is in no way inferior to Zhang Junxuan in his day..."
"He really came—and rushed here the instant he descended!"
"My master is not mad. He is merely immersed in the Sword Dao, and his usual conduct is somewhat... like that of an overgrown infant."
The white-robed swordsman turned his head toward Hui Tianyu, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness. "My Sword Heart is lucid, and I can hear your thoughts. Please do not disrespect my master, or I will have to draw my sword."
—No, weren't you far more excessive than us? You even called him an overgrown infant!
Yu Feng thought this instinctively, but the moment he realized his thoughts had already slipped out, regret rose in his heart. "Sigh, why did I even think that?"
"Overgrown infant is fact. Madman is slander. Lies are formless, intangible blades. Whoever lies gets the sword."
Yet Yue Qingge did not care about such matters. After correcting the three men's views, he turned toward the Sword Qi Wasteland with equal enthusiasm. "The sword has already developed a primal spirit and is approaching the realm where one sword gives rise to myriad