The middle-aged cultivator smiled.
Seeing how decisively the three of them acted, he was somewhat surprised by their cleverness.
But to him, the cleverer they were, the better.
"Good, good disciples."
"Since that is so, follow your master up the mountain and learn the Dao, cultivate immortality."
The Thunderclap Sword on his back was also the Broken Sword of later generations.
By now, the Broken Sword's intelligence had grown exceedingly abundant.
Its current host was a sword cultivator.
He killed decisively, though unfortunately, he rarely indulged in wholesale slaughter.
Thus, the Broken Sword had not been of much use.
But this time was different from before.
In these three people, it saw a sea of blood and a storm of carnage that would rise in the future.
"Good, good. The more tribulation aura floods the world, the more power I can gain."
Had it not urged the middle-aged swordsman to come here because it had vaguely divined some benefit?
The Broken Sword gave a hum.
And so,
the middle-aged swordsman led the three of them out of the city.
Mo Mingkong followed behind the middle-aged swordsman with his head lowered, unable to stop himself from muttering inwardly.
He had thought the man would ride the wind upon his sword and take them flying away through the sky.
But walking step by step like this was still manageable, considering their physical condition.
I just hope this cheap master isn't an evil cultivator.
Mo Mingkong prayed inwardly.
He did not want to escape the tiger's den only to enter the wolf's lair.
Under the current circumstances...
Several days passed.
A verdant mountain stood amid countless peaks. Clear water tinkled as it flowed down from the mountain, forming a winding river through the hills.
Beside the crystal-clear, chilly river lay a lush green