"Fellow Daoist, I have been waiting here for you for quite some time."
Ye Lin, who had just been about to step into the Holy Tribulation Star Domain, looked at the man before him with confusion. The man carried a massive sword on his back.
The massive sword was more than twice as tall as he was.
Yet Ye Lin was equally puzzled. Did this fellow know him?
He could recognize him even with a mask on?
"You and I do not know each other. Why do you say you have been waiting for me for so long?"
"I cultivate the Sword Dao, and so do you. Those who wield the sword always cherish one another."
"There is no need to know your face, no need to know your face."
"I only know that you are the person I am seeking—the living legend, Ye Lin."
The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, his bright eyes fixed intently on Ye Lin.
With a beckon of his hand, the massive sword abruptly flew from its sheath and began circling him without pause.
"Interesting."
At those words, the corners of Ye Lin's lips lifted slightly.
This man was rather interesting.
"Allow me to formally introduce myself once more: Wu Xuan."
Wu Xuan looked at Ye Lin with a solemn expression, then respectfully cupped his fists and bowed.
"Ye Lin."
Ye Lin returned the gesture in kind.
"My Sword Dao has already reached its utmost limit. If I wish to take another step forward, I must test my sword against a sword cultivator whose Sword Dao matches my own."
"So this time, my target is you."
"In this battle, either you die, or I perish."
"Rogue Cultivator Wu Xuan requests a battle."
After speaking each word with utmost clarity, Wu Xuan cupped his fists