A tall figure hovered in the air, looking down over the earth.
"Third Brother, I was training in the Far North with a fellow martial artist who shares my interests.
"Then I ran into Second Brother. He told me you'd finally come out of seclusion.
"So the three of us came back to share a drink with you!"
Xiao Feng looked at Ye Zhuo, and his eyes immediately lit up.
Their loved ones from the past had long since passed away.
All that remained were Ye Zhuo and Xu Zhu.
"Shares your interests?"
Ye Zhuo was curious. Who could have struck such a chord with Xiao Feng?
"He calls himself Dugu Qiubai. He's an unruly fellow, all right.
"His swordsmanship is extraordinary. He's reached the realm of No-Move Triumphs Over Moves; even a straw hat can serve as his sword.
"I wonder how he'd fare against your Six Meridian Divine Sword."
No sooner had Xiao Feng finished speaking than someone came striding across the waves.
It was Xu Zhu.
"Eldest Brother! Third Brother!"
At last, the three brothers were together again.
A century had passed, bringing partings in life and death and countless changes of season.
They had experienced all the ways of the world firsthand.
Without martial arts, their spirits might have grown old long ago.
"Hahahahaha!"
Reunited, the three of them could not stop laughing.
"Drink!"
Ye Zhuo had just brought out a jug of fine Zhuyeqing wine.
It caught the attention of Hong Qigong, Wang Chongyang, Yideng, and Huang Yaoshi.
They noticed that Xu Zhu looked the oldest of the three brothers.
Only a closer look revealed the truth.
Xu Zhu seemed old, but only because his hair had turned white. His skin was like that of a young man in his twenties.
His martial arts cultivation