Standing before the three was a figure draped in a white robe with blue patterns. Rather than a swordsman, he appeared more as an elegant scholar.
His face was gentle and refined, with not a trace of sharpness.
Yet the long sword at his waist could not be ignored. Although the white jade sword sheath looked gentle, everyone knew it was undoubtedly a Divine Weapon that once drawn, would unleash unparalleled sharpness!
"It's actually him!"
Hui Tianyu instinctively stepped back half a step: "The closed-door disciple of the old sword madman, without the Heavenly Mandate Anjing, he's almost the first among the new young generation, comparable to Zhang Junxuan of old times..."
"He indeed came, and arrived as soon as he descended!"
"My master is not mad, merely indulged in the Sword Dao with some behaviors like a Giant Infant."
