On the other side, True Person Yangming held a longsword in his hand, his expression unreadable. Though so many years had passed, most disciples of the recent generations within the sect were unfamiliar with True Person Ziyu, or had not even heard of him. Even Qiu Feng, Yangming's junior brother, had little impression of True Person Ziyu. Yet for Yangming, the impression left by Martial Uncle Ziyu was still profound, though not necessarily a good one.
"Master, is this Great True Man Ziyu's sword?"
Guan He and Shang Yiyi both stared at the longsword in their master's hand in utter astonishment. In particular, the cracked, bloodstained Jade Pendant wrapped around its hilt made it clear that the sword's owner must have met with something terrible.
"Yes, there is no mistake. But now is not the time to discuss this. Martial Uncle Ziyu must be in danger. Yiyi, go to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and find Fellow Daoist Xuanjizi. Take this flying sword with you. He'er, hurry to the closest Southern Hills southwest of Heng Mountain and ask the Xiangyuan Sect's fellow Daoists for aid. If you cannot persuade them, then proceed to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion."
"Master, what about you?"
Shang Yiyi accepted the flying sword of Ziyu that her master handed over and asked worriedly. Sure enough, she heard the answer she had expected from True Person Yangming.
"Your master will naturally head at once in the direction from which the flying sword came to investigate. Rest assured, your master will not act rashly. Besides, I have the Grand Void Jade Talisman on me, so nothing will happen. The two of you, go quickly!"
Guan He and Shang Yiyi exchanged a glance. They could only accept their orders, each riding the wind away at speed, while True Person Yangming