Dressed entirely in black, with a massive sword strapped to his back and his hair tied in a high ponytail, he had rugged features and eyes like stars on a cold night. His steps were steady and powerful. Who else could he be but Qin Ming?
As though sensing someone watching him, he turned and saw Su Jiu, whom he had not seen in years.
The corners of Su Jiu's lips lifted slightly, a hint of a smile already showing in her eyes. "Fellow Daoist Qin, it's been a long time."
He had to admit that seeing Su Jiu surprised him too. He remembered their last meeting being in Wing City, where they had exchanged information obtained at the Nightfall Cold Pool. Back then, Su Jiu had only been at foundation establishment great perfection. He had never expected that, by their next meeting, her cultivation would have far surpassed his.
Ever since that Grand Tournament, his master had frequently mentioned her. His many fellow disciples had been thoroughly spurred on by her achievements, and even he would ponder his final match against Su Jiu in the stillness of the night.
Sword intent harmonization-that was a realm many sword cultivators could never reach in their entire lives. Even now, he knew of only a handful of senior sword cultivators who had achieved it. Su Jiu was an exception.
"Fellow Daoist Su, it's been a long time!"
Beside them, Yun Huanling curled his lips in boredom. Once again, he had gone unnoticed.
Su Jiu pointed to the teahouse beside them. "Why don't we sit down and talk?"
The fragrance of tea filled the room. After the serving girl withdrew and closed the door, silence settled over them for a moment, with only wisps of steam drifting from their teacups.
A teapot and