"Ho."
Chen Xun gazed into the heavens, his eyes brightening slightly. He had not encountered many Sword Cultivators, but without a doubt, whether in the martial world of mortals or the Cultivation World, Sword Cultivators had never been few in number.
Especially among cultivators, Sword Cultivators always carried an unconcealable sharpness and free-and-easy air about them.
Chen Xun smiled knowingly and nodded toward the distance.
He had only spoken of a friendship founded on shared principles; he had never looked down on Sword Void Ancient City. This Sword Revered Xuan Yuan had left quite an extraordinary impression on him.
"Chen Xun." Yin Tianshou spoke at this moment, gazing reverently in the direction Xuan Yuanxing had departed. "This old one's master inherited an Immortal's teachings and even dared to raise his sword against True Spirits. Back in the Mahayana realm, he forcibly led three disciples to carve out a territory in the Desolate Heaven Domain."
"Hehe, that immortal path truly sounded splendid. Immortals ought to be like this."
Chen Xun nodded with a smile. The Great Age's skies were vast and its seas broad, forever drawing countless cultivators like moths to a flame. One ought to live out the splendor of one's own age. "Old Yin, I still think you should go out and see more of the world. Why confine yourself to the Immortal Hall?"
"Xun Kid, when did this old one ever say I would stay in the Mengmu Great Sea Region forever without going out?!"
Yin Tianshou tugged his beard and glared. "After cultivating for a while, Cui Ying and I will naturally travel to Mystic Micro Heaven Capital. We must also attend the grand gathering of Myriad Races Heavenly Pride in the Great Clear World!"
Besides, had he not once said those very words to Chen Xun?