Beneath Misty Mountain.
Ye Luo, having received his inheritance, returned here.
"I'm back."
Ye Luo looked at the area enveloped by clouds and mist before him and spoke softly.
Whoo Whoo...
A gentle breeze blew past.
Bearing his robes aloft with a flapping sound.
His shoulder-length black hair fluttered in the wind.
Compared to the Ye Luo before receiving the legacy from the remnants of the Primordial Sword Sovereign, the current Ye Luo exuded an aura of sharpness to an extreme degree.
This intense sharpness, combined with the original indifference towards the world inherent in Ye Luo,
Significantly altered his demeanor, making him resemble a true Sword Immortal descending from the heavens.
Overwhelmingly powerful, cuttingly merciless.
It seemed like once Ye Luo drew his sword, it would be a sure and unavoidable killing strike.
"Respected Master..."
"Could it really not be me who's destined to inherit the Wayless Sect?"
