In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
「Three days later.」
Xu Qing finally learned what had happened a month ago. The Empress Wu Zhao of the Central Tang Dynasty had passed away, which was the cause of all the commotion.
The Nine Great Sacred Lands, the major powers—basically every figure of any importance—all went to the Imperial Palace to attend Empress Wu Zhao's funeral.
Moreover, she was interred in the Imperial Mausoleum of the Central Tang Dynasty.
SWOOSH!
「That day, at noon.」
Xu Qing was practicing the Three Thousand Swords of Shushan on the summit of Chixia Peak when he sensed someone approaching. He stopped, looked up, and saw his master, Xu Jingtian.
"Xu Qing."
Xu Jingtian arrived with his hands clasped behind his back, sizing Xu Qing up for a moment.
"This disciple, Xu Qing, pays his respects to Master."
Xu Qing bowed in salute.
"Mm."
