A flying sword gently landed in front of the Taoist sect's mountain gate.
A little girl with lamb horn braids jumped down from the flying sword, stretched lazily, and was startled the next moment.
The thick fog dispersed.
Taoist sect disciples were already waiting before the mountain gate, all women.
Xie Xuanyi was somewhat surprised.
These were familiar faces, the young disciples from Yuqing Pavilion who had participated in the Northern Hunt with him.
"Welcome, young Mountain Master Xie!"
"Welcome, Sword Immortal Xuanyi!"
The respectful voices rose in unison.
"Young Mountain Master Xie."
Leading them was Shang Yi, a prominent figure among the younger generation of the Taoist sect.
She first made a formal bow, then gazed at the young black-clad Sword Immortal before her with complicated eyes.
Having shed the guise of 'All Living Beings,' Xie Xuanyi no longer appeared as ordinary as before; his brows and eyes exuded majesty that discouraged direct gaze.
