Countless watchers lurked in the sky.
In truth, the battle between Owl and Jue Xin was bound to draw countless cultivators to watch.
They needed to gauge Owl's strength and find out whether he had truly obtained the complete legacy of his fortuitous encounter.
Now they were certain. Owl had definitely obtained the legacy. Otherwise, how could he have driven Jue Xin to die without even daring to strike?
Owl picked up Jue Xin's saber. It was a fine weapon, but sadly, Jue Xin had never drawn it from beginning to end, so Owl was curious about how sharp it was.
He gently gripped the hilt and could even sense a mournful cry.
"Your master abandoned you. Why not fight for me?" he said softly.
Even at the very end, Jue Xin had never drawn his saber. He had thrown the weapon that never left his hand onto the ground in despair, which was as good as abandoning it.
Owl gave a gentle pull, and the blade slid from its sheath. Its sharp edge cast a reflection across the side of his face, giving him the faint sensation of being cut.
A fine saber indeed!
Owl smiled faintly, sheathed the saber, then looked toward a distant peak. In an instant, he drew and swung forward, sending invisible saber energy rippling through the air.
He sheathed it again and smiled. "What's your name? Never mind, that was your old name. Since you've been reborn, you might as well have a new one. Hmm, let's call you Dragon Sparrow."
With that, he carried the saber back onto the Coal-Eating Dragon's back and smiled. "All right, let's go."
"Still heading to War God Mountain?" the Coal-Eating Dragon asked hesitantly.
"Yes, War God Mountain." Owl cradled the saber and closed his eyes to rest,