More than a hundred years ago, spring rain fell over the Chaotian Continent.
The Heaven-Bearing Sword returned to Green Mountain and plunged into the stone stele, bringing back Liu Ci's last edict.
Just as the great figures of the Green Mountain Sect were locked in dispute, wind suddenly swept over the summit, stirring a white robe.
Under countless gazes, Jing Jiu walked to the stone stele, stepped onto the Origin Turtle's shell, and reached up to take down the Heaven-Bearing Sword Scabbard. Then he walked to the chair, turned, and sat down, saying to everyone, "I'll do it."
More than a hundred years later, still at Heavenly Light Peak Summit, still in the same place, someone walked up to the chair and said something very similar to him: "Let me do it instead."
That person was Liu S sui.
Heavenly Light Peak Summit fell silent.
Everyone was speechless with shock.
True Person Guangyuan and Nan Wang turned deathly pale, for they had vaguely guessed at a possibility.
"So that's how it is."
Jing Jiu looked at the Heaven-Bearing Sword in his hand and suddenly asked, "How many years have you known me?"
It was a very simple question, yet Liu S sui froze. Somewhat uncertainly, he said, "A hundred and forty-nine years?"
The wind brushed beneath the Thatched Hut again.
Jing Jiu raised his head and looked at him quietly without speaking.
An extremely subtle change came over Liu S sui's eyes. They grew much colder as he said, "Counting from Yunji Town, it has indeed been a hundred and forty-nine years."
Jing Jiu said, "You know that isn't what I'm asking."
A look of struggle showed in Liu S sui's eyes. "It is a hundred and forty-nine years."
Then he suddenly took out a fan and fanned