Peerless Swift Sword

At the center of the main hall, Shui Mingxia remained in a deep bow.

Gao Xian looked at his personal disciple, his feelings somewhat complicated.

He was almost nine hundred years old, and he only had this one disciple. Who would have thought she was the reincarnation of a great powerhouse?

To have gone to the Evil Ghost Path and battled the Ten Directions Ghost King—even if he had never heard that name, anyone called a Ghost King should have been a seventh-rank powerhouse.

By that reasoning, Shui Mingxia should also have been seventh-rank. He had no idea how Bai Yujing had found her reincarnated body, nor whether Bai Yujing had known Shui Mingxia in her previous life or something else.

In his view, reincarnation was equivalent to rebirth. Even if one inherited the memories of a past life, one was ultimately fundamentally different from that past self.

Of course, how any individual understood such a matter was hard to say.

No matter what, Shui Mingxia had been his disciple. For the sake of their bond, if he could help her, then he should.

His disciple was no fool. She had made it perfectly clear: there would surely be generous recompense!

The generous recompense of a seventh-rank Heavenly Lord was something Gao Xian found rather worth anticipating. It was not that he absolutely needed payment, but if his disciple wished to show her sincerity, how could he refuse?

Yin Sujun and Yin Jiuli were both staring straight at Shui Mingxia. Though they had previously harbored some suspicions, hearing Shui Mingxia say it herself still shocked them.

Qingqing's bright eyes were widened as she stared fixedly at Shui Mingxia. Beyond her shock, she was also a little angry. She and Shui Mingxia were such good friends, yet Shui Mingxia had kept