Time Returns
The flow of the timeline gradually converged from its scattered state, like a probability cloud collapsing into reality. Everything, everything, seemed as though it had never changed at all...
In truth, some imperceptible change had long since occurred in the flow of time, one ordinary eyes could never detect.
Time had returned to its original point.
Yuan Qing, lying in a cave to recover from his wounds, encountered a tiny clay man no larger than a thumb, riding a yellow horse and dressed in yellow robes.
"Are you Fellow Daoist Yuan Qing? I am Daoist Zhang of the Earth Master Path. Some time ago, Senior Brother Jiusheng was speaking of Fellow Daoist Yuan Qing..."
"You are Wu Jiusheng's junior brother."
Yuan Qing was somewhat surprised.
"But I do not understand. What business do you have with me? And where is Daoist Wu?"
"Senior Brother has already passed away."
The tiny clay man incarnated by Zhang Yuanchen gave a bitter smile. "A few days ago, he fell victim to a poisoned hand and could not preserve his life. Before that, however, he sent important intelligence back to our sect."
"Is that so?"
Yuan Qing found it rather strange. Earth Master Path cultivators possessed unique life-preserving methods; he wondered what sort of formidable person could have killed Wu Jiusheng.
"What does this have to do with me, then?"
"It is like this."
Zhang Yuanchen said evenly, "Senior Brother had always felt guilty about the matter of retrieving the sword from Misty Cloud Mountain. He made Fellow Daoist Yuan bear enormous risks, yet you never obtained that Jade Separation Sword. He always felt that he owed Fellow Daoist Yuan a favor, so after his death, he asked me to present one of his treasured Red Flower Flying Swords to Fellow Daoist