CLANG!
A crisp, metallic ring echoed like a white rainbow piercing the sun. A blade descended from the sky, striking Daoist Buji's longsword with pinpoint accuracy.
CLANK!
The flash of a blade split the longsword in two, and a figure immediately followed, landing on the ground with a boom.
"Qing Yu?!" Seeing the newcomer, Daoist Buji's expression changed. "You're still alive?"
The man was one-armed, holding a red Miao Knife. It was none other than Li Xiaotian.
"No thanks to you, I managed to survive!" Li Xiaotian stared at Daoist Buji with a frosty expression. "Buji, I've been searching for you all these years. I never expected you to show up here. It seems the heavens do have eyes!"
"Master, leave Buji to me!" Li Xiaotian said, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred as he glared at the Daoist.
