The fierce winds on Sword Peak continued, frightening the iron eagles into flying farther away, yet failing to disperse the thick clouds and mist.
Ping Yongjia sat on the ground with his eyes closed, his breathing steady and tranquil, as though he had fallen asleep. Yet his right hand still pointed east, as though telling the world-look, how bright the Sun is!
Scraping sounds and the rumble of rolling sand and stones filled the cliffs. Countless swords flew out once more and hovered in the surrounding sky, as though arranging themselves into a formation.
Zhao Layue knew this was not the Green Mountain Sword Formation returning to the world. It could only be considered an embryonic form.
Qing'er looked at her and said, "Given his temperament, for him to patiently explain things to you for so long at such a critical moment... it seems you really are different to him."
Zhao Layue said nothing. She gazed silently at the sword cave in the cliff face of Twofold Forgetting Peak, her expression somewhat dazed.
The fierce winds gradually subsided, and several streaks of sword light illuminated Sword Peak.
Nan Wang, True Person Guangyuan, and the three elders who had emerged from Hidden Peak landed among the mountains.
They did not speak, nor did they even approach where Ping Yongjia sat. Each chose a cliff and sat down, making their intention to guard him clear.
A fine thread emerged from the clouds and mist, gradually weaving itself into something like a snowball before landing in Zhao Layue's arms with unerring accuracy.
Zhao Layue gently stroked its head.
Big One rubbed against her in comfort, telling her that scourges lived ten thousand years; that fellow would find it hard to die even if he wanted to.
The fierce winds suddenly rose again, sweeping