Xu Qing looked over and saw a long-haired young man with his hands clasped behind his back. Riding a sword, he came to a stop in front of the tomb in the blink of an eye.
SWISH!
With a wave of his right hand,
the long-haired young man put away the Magic Sword.
"Greetings."
The long-haired young man clasped his hands and bowed to Xu Qing, his expression calm and composed. "I am Nie Qingyun," he said simply.
"Xu Qing."
Xu Qing replied, clasping his hands in return.
"Ah, so it's Fellow Daoist Xu."
Nie Qingyun said, then made a suggestion. "Since fate has brought us together, why don't we explore this massive tomb together? That way, if we run into any danger, we can watch each other's backs."
"Alright."
After a moment's thought, Xu Qing nodded in agreement.
"After you!"
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Xu Qing and Nie Qingyun's figures shot through the air, flying swiftly toward the massive tomb ahead and arriving at its entrance.
There,
at the entrance, stood a tombstone.
