"May I ask, fellow cultivator, where do you come from?"
Just then, above the gates of Heaven Earth City, a young man in azure robes stood before the city gates with his hands behind his back. He had sword-like brows and starry eyes, exceedingly handsome, with faint Sword Intent swirling around him.
His expression was incomparably cold as well.
At that moment, the gate guards below cupped their fists toward the man in the sky and asked cautiously.
He had humbled himself to the utmost. Ordinarily, he could still throw his weight around, but those heading to Heaven Earth City now were either prodigies or peerless prodigies. He truly could not afford to be careless.
"Heaven and Earth Sword Sect, Sword Heart."
Sword Heart glanced at the gate guard, raised a brow, and spoke indifferently. His tone was frigid, as though it contained not the slightest trace of emotion.
The gate guard offered Sword Heart an apologetic smile, then immediately took a booklet from his robes and flipped it open. When he found the answer he sought, a flicker of astonishment flashed through his eyes. He promptly bowed again and said respectfully, "Young Master Sword Heart, please enter."
"Mm."
Sword Heart merely nodded faintly before turning into a streak of sword light and vanishing from before the city gates.
"So he is a foundation-level prodigy of the Sword Clan. Even someone of this caliber from the Human Race has emerged from seclusion. It seems this Void Burial is of grave importance."
The gate guard murmured softly as he watched Sword Heart depart.
After looking through the records, he recognized Sword Heart. This man was a foundation-level prodigy of the Sword Clan, and his strength was beyond question.
The Sword Clan was an extraordinarily special race. Their numbers were pitifully small,