"Fellow Daoist Han, no, Yunlan Sword Immortal." Seeing Han Muye, Hu Yunlong's face revealed a look of emotion.
He did not expect that his family's investment would stir up a storm in the city.
Be it his cultivation, combat strength, or background, the person in front of him was probably extraordinary.
Han Muye only stopped at the Cloud Dragon Pavilion for a while and promised that Hu Yunlong and the others could look for him on the fourth floor if they encountered any problems in the future, so he went straight to the fourth floor.
The original Zhenyang Building had already been renamed the Sword Pavilion.
When Han Muye arrived, he saw Huang Zhihu, clad in armor, leading a group of sword cultivators practicing formations.
"Foster father!" Jin Huo exclaimed excitedly.
This call made Huang Zhihu tremble and turn to run.
Han Muye raised his hand, and Huang Zhihu's entire figure was frozen in place.
