Li Xuanxuan was stunned as he listened, staring intently at the man's eyes and brows. The eyes and brows seemed vaguely familiar. After searching his memory thoroughly twice, they finally overlapped with those of a cultivator.
Shock gripped his heart, and his lips trembled slightly:
"You... you actually came back!"
"Those who advance are sharp, those who retreat are swift, the Green Peak sword once sheathed lies hidden."
Xu Mu sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the copper sword. Its cold, gleaming light shone on his clean, pale face. With a raspy voice, he said:
"In my youth, I wielded its edge in all matters lightly. Offended, I left the clan, headed to the Northern Border, slaughtered devil cultivators, crafted my swordsmanship, walked thousands of miles, and crossed over Taihang."
