"My name is Xiao Mo. From now on, I'm your master. Let me hear you say it."
"Master, Qingyi will definitely become a very, very powerful Sword Immortal!"
"Back where I'm from, we call this a birthday cake. Come on, make a wish. It'll come true."
"Qingyi, Master wants to go out and see the world. Would you like to come with me?" "Through a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, this disciple is willing!"
"Xiao Mo! Let me go! I can kill them even without that Sword Bone!"
"Qingyi... forgive your master. This is the last time."
Scenes from three thousand years ago surfaced in the woman's mind.
His voice lingered in Jiang Qingyi's ears.
Jiang Qingyi gripped the longsword in her hand, her eyes seemingly fixed on the man before her.
As for the figures and voices of everyone else, they had long since vanished from her perception.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Elder Huang of the Wanjian Sect, Xiao Mo finally noticed the two female disciples behind him.
