That was how it had been.
Today, they encountered this middle-aged cultivator.
The middle-aged cultivator had originally met them head-on.
Then, with a rather strange expression, he looked the three of them up and down.
He also had something strapped to his back, long and slender, carelessly wrapped in a piece of old cloth.
This man looked like a swordsman.
Like some wandering swordsman of the martial world, the sort without a few copper coins to his name.
That was Mo Mingkong's first thought upon seeing the middle-aged cultivator.
"Wait, young brothers, would you be willing to take me as your master?"
After the middle-aged cultivator's expression shifted in complicated ways, a stirring came from behind his back.
A hint of surprise indeed appeared on his face.
The sword on his back was his bound life artifact.
The Thunderclap Sword.
It moved with a heaven-shaking force, its thunder roared through the Nine Heavens.
When the sword emerged, it was accompanied by booming thunder, flashes of Purple Radiance, and bolts of lightning. That was how it had earned the name Thunderclap.
The Thunderclap Sword possessed spiritual awareness; the middle-aged cultivator understood that much.
This time, he had followed that faint, unseen summons to this city.
Yet he had never expected that the master-disciple karmic bond he had foreseen would fall here.
Upon the three before him.
He had originally thought it would be a master-disciple bond with only one person, but now there were three.
Though an unexpected variable had appeared.
It was not much of a problem.
With the Thunderclap Sword's assurance, the middle-aged cultivator was at ease.
There was no aura of ghosts or fiends nearby. This should not have been some scheme by Demonic Beasts or monsters.
As his words fell.
Xiao Yuan and the other two exchanged