Silver Moon City.
The scorching sun blared overhead, the city abuzz with people coming and going, an atmosphere of lively hustle and bustle.
Ye Luo stood in the sky above, feet on a flying sword, a gourd hanging at his waist, and long hair fluttering, resembling a sword immortal.
He looked down at the mortals below, as if searching for something.
After a thorough look around,
It seemed that he could not find his target.
His sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Ye Luo's gaze shifted, locking onto something beside him.
Beside him, dozens of flying swords enveloped a man tightly.
This man was a middle-aged fellow whose face was eternally painted with confusion.
He was the current Sect Master of Tianqing Sect, 'Sect Master Xuanqing'.
As to why he was here,
This was something that even Sect Master Xuanqing himself was confused about.
