Red Cloud.
An ever-shifting spectral wind came from the south. Shadows stirred, revealing two figures: Xu Ming and Empty-Handed, who had just returned to the mountain by a circuitous route from the Western Sea.
"Sorry for all the trouble these past years, Guardian. You can finally take a rest."
Xu Ming held this guardian in great respect, treating him as an elder and never putting on airs because of his own status.
Empty-Handed merely smiled, saying little beyond wishing him an early breakthrough to the Purple Mansion.
He had accompanied Xu Ming abroad for quite a few years and gained a fair understanding of his temperament and talent. He could indeed be called a true heir of the Immortal Dao, but something was missing.
His talent, character, Dao Lineage, and swordsmanship all had their merits. Even among Golden Core Dao Lineages, someone like him was rare.
But if Empty-Handed were to judge, he still fell short of his father, and his chances of attaining the Golden Rank were slimmer than Xu Fayan's.
He was too steady.
Reaching the Violet Pinnacle would be enough. A Lesser Yang Sword Immortal could help his father keep the Dao Lineage secure for another five hundred years!
Empty-Handed kept these thoughts to himself. If asked whom he truly favored in the sect, his answer would be Fa Yan.
He had known him since childhood and understood the anguish in this Grave Sheep's heart.
Human, demon, spirit-he did not even know which he was. Those who stood at the boundaries always suffered, often despised by every side. Fortunately, he had found a good master.
Otherwise...
At least in Empty-Handed's eyes, the Wei child he had once rescued possessed a ferocity even more astonishing than Evil Land's. If he truly embarked on the Demonic Path...
He bade