Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable

Qin Huaian looked at the cultivator not far from him, his expression turning dazed for an instant.

He knew this man extremely well—or rather, he knew his portrait and his face extremely well.

He had never expected to meet him here in White Cloud City.

This man was the founder of Yellow Mountain Sword Sect, the most legendary figure the Cultivation World he came from had seen in tens of thousands of years: Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable.

Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable looked to be in his thirties. He stood tall, walked with steady steps, and had bright eyes and a sharply defined face. A simple wooden hairpin held up his black hair, with a few stray locks falling across his forehead.

Portraits of Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable hung throughout Yellow Mountain Sword Sect. In the square before his mountain gate stood a lifelike statue of him.

That was why Qin Huaian recognized him at a glance.

At the very least, this man looked exactly like Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable.

A man and a woman, both Early-stage Golden Immortal cultivators, accompanied him.

A cultivator's instincts were keen. Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable noticed Qin Huaian's momentary daze at once.

Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable glanced down at himself first. Finding nothing amiss, he turned to Qin Huaian and asked, "Young friend, is something wrong with my appearance?"

Qin Huaian smiled awkwardly. Staring at someone like that really was rude.

With a bad-tempered cultivator, a single "What are you looking at?" might have been enough to start a fight.

Qin Huaian was always cautious. He had simply been caught by surprise this time.

He had joined Yellow Mountain Sword Sect not long after entering the world of cultivation.

He had spent decades there and, through the sect, gained many opportunities.

At Yellow Mountain Sword