The man had turned to ashes. Liu S sui kowtowed several times, and Little Lotus bowed down as well.
Liu S sui picked the fan out of the ashes and tucked it into his belt, then looked at the short sword in the sky.
The short sword flew before him, its tip drooping slightly, seemingly dejected and apologetic, feeling that it had been utterly useless.
Liu S sui said nothing and motioned for Little Lotus to climb onto his back.
Little Lotus shook her head, thinking, You're badly injured too. How could you get down such a steep cliff with me on your back?
The short sword landed in Liu S sui's hand and turned back into a bracelet.
Understanding what it meant, Liu S sui hoisted Little Lotus onto his back.
The bracelet rose into the air, pulling on his arm as it floated down the cliff.
Before long, a scholar flew in from beyond the mountains and landed outside the cave abode.
This scholar also wore a blue robe, but his was very new, its blue as deep as the sea.
His expression was gentle, his bearing cultured without being weak, his presence extraordinary, giving an unfathomable impression.
Looking at the ashes outside the cave abode, the scholar remained silent for a long time before sighing and saying, "Martial nephew, may your journey be peaceful."
After saying this, he walked back to the cliff's edge, clasped his hands behind his back, and stepped into the air, flying toward the Western Sea.
On the sea outside Haizhou City, waves piled up like snow. All manner of auras filled the space between heaven and earth, and fierce winds howled without cease.
Hundreds of flying swords hung motionless in the wind, surrounding Cloud Terrace.
Farther away, countless cultivators rode