"Senior Brother?"
Seeing Qingxiao react so strongly gave Zhao Linglong a fright.
"Senior Brother, is the A Meng you mentioned the Sword Saint from the Pure Yang Sword Sect?"
Xu Ziyan was stunned at first as well, but when she saw Qingxiao's incredulous expression, she immediately understood.
In True Martial Heaven's cultivation world, few people could make Qingxiao lose his composure like this.
"It's him. There's no mistake."
Qingxiao nodded firmly.
"Over thirty years ago, the Peak Lord once had me deliver a letter to the Pure Yang Sword Sect for Junior Martial Uncle. The recipient was Senior A Meng. To thank me for delivering his letter, he let me stay at his residence for three days to watch him practice his sword, and gave me a lesson on the sword. I still benefit greatly from it to this day."
His eyes were full of gratitude as he looked at A Meng, whom Xu Taiping was carrying on his back in the bronze mirror.
"But Senior A Meng seems to be injured, and quite badly at that."
Xu Ziyan frowned.
"He's a Sword Saint. Who could possibly injure him?"
Zhao Linglong also looked astonished.
Although she had never seen A Meng in person, his name was far from unfamiliar to her. According to her father, apart from a few old monsters, no one in the world today was A Meng's match. In fact, in another few hundred years, even those old monsters might not be his match.
That was precisely what had shocked Dugu Qingxiao just now.
"Xu Taiping is injured too."
Lin Buyu, who was beside them, put down her storybook, her gaze fixed on Xu Taiping in the bronze mirror.
Hearing her say this, the others turned their attention back to Xu Taiping.
Xu Taiping's injuries mainly came