The old beggar looked at the dull-witted Xu Qing and could not help but sigh.
Among all his disciples, he was most attached to Xu Qing.
He sighed faintly, "Why didn't you listen to me back then?"
He could not get an answer.
Xu Qing was being suppressed by the tree and stopped being berserk. But if he left the area under its canopy, he would become crazy again.
The old beggar sat down beside him and smiled.
"Don't worry, I will save you and restore your fearless spirit."
Xu Qing grinned, as though he understood his teacher.
...
Nightfall.
Zhou Xuanji sat on the mountain top, stroking his Great Brilliant Day gently. Streams of white aura could be seen on the blade.
The manifestation of fate!
After a decade of promoting the Sword's Way together, the fate of 20 million Emperor Sword Court's disciples fused together with his.
If he flourished, Emperor Sword Court would flourish.
