At Sword Pool, Knowing Fate met the white-clad swordsman. Knowing Fate stripped away the sword bones from his body and returned them to their owner.
Having regained the sword bones of old, the white-clad swordsman's aura surged violently, reaching the absolute pinnacle of the Sword Dao.
Sword intent spread across the sky. Before Sword Pool, two beams of sword light tore through the air and crashed together with a thunderous boom.
The violent shockwave swept outward, and above Sword Pool, the winds and clouds changed color.
After one strike, Knowing Fate and the white-clad swordsman both withdrew all the sword intent around them. Neither drew a second sword.
"Sword Two, if fate permits, we will meet again in heaven."
Ning Chen said with a smile, then turned and left.
Before Sword Pool, the white-clad swordsman watched the departing figure, an unusual glint flashing through his eyes.
Sword Two. He liked that name.
Outside Sword Pool, Mu Chengxue, Butterfly, and Guigui stood quietly waiting. Before long, Ning Chen appeared and walked toward them.
"Did you find him? Was it him?" Mu Chengxue asked.
"Yes."
Ning Chen nodded lightly. "We reminisced a little. That old friend remains as impressive as ever."
Mu Chengxue nodded and did not ask further. "Let's go."
The four then left, setting out on the road to find their old friends.
One similar flower after another bloomed in every corner of the mortal world. None could say whether it was reincarnation or coincidence. Even saints could not see through these Three Thousand Mortal Worlds.
A hundred years, a thousand years—rare years of peace. Ning Chen and Mu Chengxue walked side by side across countless mountains and Great Rivers, witnessing too many trials and tempests of human life. The white in their hair spoke of the ruthlessness of time.