A voice rang out.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A wild gale rose from flat ground, sweeping the golden-glowing prayer beads into the air.
"Who goes there?!"
Liao Jue jolted and hurriedly looked up.
Against the clear sky, a great bird blotted out the sun. As the wind suddenly rose, it transformed into a white-robed young man who drifted down gracefully, his long hair flying, a longsword on his back, like an immortal descending from the heavens.
"An immortal!"
"A sword immortal! The sword immortal has come!"
"Those two black-hearted demon monks wanted to kill the old madam. The Heavenly Emperor must have taken pity and sent down a sword immortal to save her!"
The surrounding villagers watched the white-robed swordsman descend from the sky. Their faces flushed red with excitement, each of them feeling as though they had witnessed a true immortal arrive.
After a wave of mountain-shaking cheers, they hastily fell to their knees.
Crash!
Before long, a great swath of people had knelt down.
Only the two great monks, Liao Jue and Liao Tong, remained standing in the middle, their faces shifting from green to white, ugly beyond measure.
Old Madam Wu, Hu Hongmei, on the other hand, revealed a trace of relief upon seeing him. She straightened her clothes, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully to the white-robed swordsman. "Thank you for saving my life, Lord Jin!"
"Mm."
The white-robed swordsman answered coldly, without even looking at Hu Hongmei.
Hu Hongmei did not mind.
Instead, her heart settled completely.
She had long ago heard of Lord Jin's temperament from elsewhere. He had always been a man of few words.
Yet he was a disciple of Chen the Immortal of Precious Fungus Grove, and his abilities ranked among the very finest in all of Meishan Prefecture.
Together with the