"Work hard. The next peerless Sword Immortal will be you."
Ye Lin stepped forward and patted Wang Xiao'er's shoulder, while Wang Xiao'er's gaze grew ever more resolute.
He himself would become a peerless Sword Immortal.
"By the way, you still haven't told me what you're looking for. I can help you find it."
By the time Wang Xiao'er came back to his senses, Ye Lin had already vanished, leaving him alone atop the vast city wall.
"He just left? Wasn't that a little too fast?"
Wang Xiao'er rubbed his nose and muttered, then took up his wooden sword and began swinging it alone on the wall.
"This sword is called Swan Song."
Wang Xiao'er brought down his wooden sword, and a gust of wind spread outward before finally dissipating into the air before him.
As the sun set in the west, only one person danced with his sword atop the vast city wall.
"Hm? What's that?"
Wang Xiao'er, who had been practicing his sword, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He tucked the wooden sword at his waist, strode to the edge of the wall, and leaned over it with both hands as he stared at the sky ahead.
The empty sky suddenly filled with countless black dots, densely packed until they blotted out the entire heavens.
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, they looked even more eerie.
"No, no—enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Wang Xiao'er immediately backed away from the city wall and shouted at the top of his lungs.
His clear voice rang through heaven and earth.
"They've come. Those bastards finally couldn't hold themselves back?"
Within the vast palace, Ye Lin, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. A flash of sword light flickered within them.
At the same time, throughout Purple Sky City, every prodigy