The crazy old man staggered and refused everyone's invitation. He went to the Taishang Pavilion on the Hidden Sword peak with a pale face.
The Taishang Pavilion was the residence of the Taishang elders. Even the sect leader could not easily enter.
However, the old madman stepped in directly and the formation had no effect on him.
"Back then, I, Zhao Wuji, cut myself and my soul was separated from my body. My body lost most of its memories and I lived half of my life in a daze. People called me an old lunatic ..."
The crazy old man muttered, his eyes filled with reminiscence.
Another ethereal figure in a black robe floated over. He looked at the old madman and said,"
"That last sword attack was too loud. It wasted too much of my life force."