"My name is Qin Yi. If you don't accept this, feel free to come find me. But before you do, make sure your neck is tough enough, because I won't be so polite next time."
After he finished speaking, Qin Yi prepared to leave with Yun Mengyao and Ran Zitong.
"Little friend, please wait."
Just then, a sound broke through the air as an elder stepped on a Flying Sword and descended from the mountain.
The man was also white-haired and white-bearded, with the aura of a transcendent being.
Yun Mengyao couldn't help but mutter, "Are all the elders of the Sword Sect dressed like this?"
"Hopefully they don't all have the same demeanor," Qin Yi remarked indifferently.
Yun Mengyao scoffed, "Birds of a feather flock together, they're all the same ilk."
The elder landed quickly, looked around, and saw that Jiang Chuan and others were injured, his expression changed slightly but soon returned to normal.
He then looked at Qin Yi, "I am Zhao Jing, Great Elder of the Sword Sect Branch."
