"Has he lived for thousands of years...?"
As Song Yan pondered this senior's identity and strength, a thread of reverence could not help rising in his heart.
Without a doubt, he had countless tangled ties to the Sword Sect, whose halls now stood deserted.
Yet the old senior had never intended to tell Song Yan.
Perhaps his cultivation was simply far too low.
"Set everything aside, give it my all, and establish my Dao Foundation."
At this thought, his desire to break through grew more urgent.
Although Xiao Ming, a mortal, had failed to notice, Song Yan could see that the senior in the straw raincoat had laid an exceptionally sophisticated Illusion Formation here by the riverside cliffs.
The old senior's cultivation was unfathomable. The Spiritual Power contained in a formation he had casually left here was enough to keep it running for several days.
Song Yan simply decided to rest briefly here and sort through his things.
There was not actually much to sort through: just Qin Yicao's Heaven and Earth Bag and the pellet the senior had bestowed upon him.
He hauled everything out of the Heaven and Earth Bag in one go, then began picking through it.
"What's this? A soul banner? Why is it something belonging to Devil Cultivators again...?"
Song Yan would not believe that the Qin Lineage and the Xuanyuan Sect had no ties to the Demon Sect.
Although he could not use it, selling it would still fetch some Spirit Stones.
"This Flying Sword is quite good. Why didn't he bring it out?"
Nowadays, whenever Song Yan sorted through his spoils, he would deliberately keep a few Flying Swords of decent quality.
Sometimes, when operating the Spirit-Gathering Sword Formation, using physical Flying Swords to fill the missing positions worked somewhat better than using