Above the blade's glimmer, a round-faced youth stood with hands behind his back, his robes fluttering with an air of elegance.
Yet those small rolling eyes always carried a look of mischief.
"Whoosh—"
Yan Xiaohu traveled by sword control, moving at lightning speed, heading straight for the peak.
Suddenly, he paused mid-air, the blade arc carved a semi-circle in the sky.
"Huh?"
He squinted his small eyes, intently staring at the familiar courtyard halfway up the mountain.
On the green stone slab in front of the courtyard gate, a gray-brown figure was curled up.
"My goodness!" Yan Xiaohu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Old Fourth? You're back?!"
Without another word, he swiftly changed direction with his large blade, the sword energy burst forth as he dove downward!
As the blade touched the ground, a cloud of dust billowed up.
Yan Xiaohu landed steadily, summoned back the large blade with a "clang" in his hand.
He rushed to the courtyard gate, taking three steps at a time.
