"Well, well, what a fine sword, a fine sword indeed. A pity I was a step too late—to think the young hero got to it first. What a shame, what a shame."
Song Qingxi turned to look and saw that the speaker was a tall, sturdy young Cultivator. He was dressed in a long purple robe, and hanging from his waist were seven Jade Pendants of different colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet. They swayed and clinked together, making a crisp sound.
The weather had already turned cool, yet he was still flamboyantly holding a folding fan embroidered with a bamboo forest and fanning himself leisurely.
The man had a plain appearance, but when his face lit up with a smile, one couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill toward him.
