"Fellow Daoist He Fang?"
Above Gantang Dao of the Ganhai Li Clan, Master Xiao Hai watched as his Divine Power Radiance was shattered. He immediately grew tense, his solemn gaze fixed on the newcomer.
Then, he saw the Flying Light part.
From within emerged an old man, his hair white and his face wizened, yet his back was ramrod straight and his expression held a hint of excitement. The sight left Master Xiao Hai rooted to the spot.
"…The Yun Family Old Ghost?"
"What did you say!" The Yun Family's Ancestor grew furious at his words. The Primordial Slaughter Talisman appeared in his hand, and the same Startled Swan Sword Qi from before materialized once more.
On the other side, Master Xiao Hai just sighed.
As he sighed, his grip on the trump card hidden up his sleeve loosened. Ninety percent of the killing intent in his heart dissipated.
This was a Master Sword Pavilion, after all!
