After parting with Ruan Qiu, Jiang Wang flew down Sword-Questioning Gorge alone. Holding the Blade Coin in his hand, he suddenly remembered that, long ago, Yu Beidou had also given him a Blade Coin.
But Yu Beidou's Blade Coin had originally been one he gave out himself. After making a round, it had returned to his own hand, perfectly clean and gleaming like new. He had initially taken a fresh coin directly from the government office and casually kept it in a box for emergencies.
Ruan Qiu's Blade Coin, on the other hand, was still somewhat grimy. One look told him it had circulated on the market for a long time.
The unkempt Yu Beidou had done a little processing and given him a new coin.
The elegant and refined Ruan Qiu had given him an old coin.
Did all these fortune-tellers like money this much?
Couldn't they just give him Origin Stones next time? They said money could commune with the gods—wouldn't more money make spells easier to cast?
That was what he thought, but he had personally experienced Yu Beidou's stinginess. And he did not yet dare make such jokes with Ruan Qiu. After all, they were not that familiar.
This visit to the Sword Pavilion passed without any further ripples.
It was unknown whether Pavilion Master Si Yu'an had returned. Sikong Jingxiao had not emerged from seclusion, and no one knew where the Heartless Sword Master was. The other disciples of the Sword Pavilion all treated him as air—neither insulting him nor greeting him.
Ning Shuangrong accompanied him up the mountain, then saw him down again. Upon Heaven Gate Plank Road, she only said, "Until we meet again in the martial world."
Then green robes climbed the mountain while blue robes departed afar, leaving the Heavenly Wind