Wu Xing had not gone far. He flew up among the clouds and watched the two children from a distance, wondering, Where did these two formidable youngsters spring from, and how did they get such fine immortal swords?
The Emei Sect had sealed its mountain and closed its doors many years ago, and none of its members had ventured out since.
In recent years, Green City and Snow Mountain had enjoyed the greatest prominence, along with Wudang and Kunlun. But Wu Xing recognized the methods of all those sects' disciples, whereas these two children's style was entirely unfamiliar.
The Three Sovereigns' way of governing the world, which Shi Feiyang cultivated, differed from the Three Pure Ones' traditional way of seclusion, but he had yet to develop a distinctive style of his own in spells or Swordsmanship.
After all, he had not truly cultivated for very long. When teaching his disciples, he often devised methods tailored to each individual, following his inclinations rather than any unified style.
Moreover, his whereabouts were unpredictable, and his disciples roamed all over the place. To many people, they remained little more than a legend.
Unable to guess Qiu Yuan and Shi Zhu's origins, Wu Xing assumed they were children who had only recently begun cultivating and had stumbled upon an extraordinary stroke of luck, inheriting treasures left by a predecessor.
Besides, those two sets of immortal swords were simply too good. Even if the boys were heirs to some mighty figure, he could not let that stop him. He would seize the swords first, then find somewhere to hide. Once he had refined them, their power combined with his own Dao arts would leave him unafraid of anyone seeking revenge!
As he pondered how to seize the swords, he suddenly saw two streaks of sword