That evening, Lü Bufan finished meditating and stepped outside his cave abode to stretch his limbs.
Suddenly, Sword Slave appeared outside the Sword Abyss and looked at Lü Bufan expressionlessly. "Come with me to Baiyuan Commandery tonight. The Sect Hall arranged it."
Lü Bufan nodded. "Do I need to prepare anything?"
Sword Slave gave Lü Bufan a long look and shook his head.
Night had only just fallen when Lü Bufan, dressed in a short tunic, sensed something unusual. He hurried out and pushed open the stone door of his cave abode... Sword Slave was already waiting quietly outside.
"Let's go!"
Five-Colored Rainbow Light enveloped Lü Bufan. Riding the sword light, the two shot into the sky, tore through the quiet clouds overhead, and vanished toward the southeast.
Riding sword light like a sword cultivator of the upper third realm for the first time, Lü Bufan was filled with curiosity... The fierce astral winds were ripped apart by the sword light three feet in front of him. They seemed to be moving far faster than immortal masters riding clouds or martial warriors riding the wind.
Sword Slave traveled in silence, his hand forming a sword art seal. Only after nearly four hours did he suddenly descend to skim the ground, then stop behind a great mountain.
Sword Slave looked up at the sky and said softly, "We'll cross the mountain on foot. Don't stir the grass and startle the snake. Tonight, the two of us are here to take a seventh-realm martial warrior's head..."
Lü Bufan held back for a moment, but finally could not help asking, "What crime did this man commit?"
Sword Slave strolled forward with a derisive chuckle. "Heh, a crime? Being alive is a crime... Do you believe that? If the Taihua Sect wants someone dead,