Xu Zimo was lounging in a recliner in the courtyard of Yan Nan Peak, basking in the sun.
The bustle outside and the tranquility within the courtyard seemed like two separate worlds.
At that moment, a disciple came to summon him. His father, Xu Qingshan, wanted to see him.
Xu Zimo did not linger and went straight to Qingshan Peak.
Beyond mountain after mountain, towers rose beyond towers!
At that moment, besides Xu Qingshan, a young man stood on Qingshan Peak.
The young man wore a blue robe and carried a longsword on his back, his eyes bright and spirited.
His longsword differed from ordinary swords. The sword light alone was half a meter wide.
A ceaselessly surging river was engraved upon its hilt.
It looked exceptionally lifelike, as though staring at it for too long would make one hear waves crashing against the shore.
"Senior Brother Xia," Xu Zimo softly greeted upon seeing the young man.
His name was Xia Zihe, his father's personal disciple.
Xu Qingshan had taken three disciples in his life, and Xia Zihe ranked third.
Back then, he and Xu Zimo had gotten along fairly well.
But later, with cultivation keeping them busy and Xia Zihe leaving the sect to gain experience, they had not seen each other for a long time.
"Junior Brother Zimo," Xia Zihe smiled warmly at Xu Zimo.
"It's only been a few years, yet you've grown so quickly.
"You've already become the True Martial Sacred Sect's Holy Son. Well done."
Xu Zimo smiled and shook his head. "Did Senior Brother Xia return to participate in the martial tournament as well?"
"More or less. With you, the Holy Son, here this year, it'll be far more exciting. Who wouldn't want to challenge you?" Xia Zihe teased.
"You know, even though you