At the question, Qiuyuzi gave a dry laugh. "The other has quite a background. I've told Master’s Sect about him too. He's a member of the Southern Dynasty's Imperial Clan, so I can't have him waiting here day after day. But we're close. If you want to see him, Senior Brother, I'll let him know."
The man in white nodded. "Arrange it." Then he added, "There's another matter. I need the Peach Blossom Fairy's help to slay a wicked Daoist. He comes from the Creation Dao, fled here from the north, and is hiding in Jiankang." With that, he reached out and grasped at empty air.
Bzz, bzz, bzz!
The Peachwood Sword on Qiuyuzi's back trembled, then fell still.
Qiuyuzi chuckled, looking rather pleased with himself. "You see, senior brother, it's not that I won't help you. The fairy has recovered a little more recently. To wield her now, you'd either have to offer your heart's blood in sacrifice or possess at least Return to Truth Dao Attainment."
"I see. That makes things rather troublesome." The man in white shook his head and formed a Sword Art. With a clang, the Long Sword on his back sprang from its sheath, became a long rainbow, and flew into Jiankang City.
Qiuyuzi looked into the distance. "Your Sword Flight Art grows more refined by the day, Senior Brother."
"This sword of mine has been refined for less than a hundred years," the man in white said. "Though it was forged from thousand-year Cold Iron from Nine Immortal Island, it has yet to be tempered in Samadhi True Fire and has not developed a spirit. It can just about destroy body and soul, but it cannot sever life and death!"
As his words fell, a cold gleam flashed. The Long Sword returned before