Sword Twenty-One looked at the longsword in his hand, and fell silent for a moment.
Immediately after, sword intent surged mightily from his hand as his right hand gently touched the shattered fragments of the blade.
A "clang" resounded.
The longsword sang out lightly, and the broken sword astonishingly reassembled itself.
He raised his head to look at the sky, where the wind and clouds changed color, before ultimately soaring up into the air.
"Let us go meet him as well," said Dao Yang with a smile to the Star Sword Fairy.
Jue Ming squinted beside them, surrounded by several high-level trapping arrays.
With a light shout, he also flew upward.
In the high altitude, Xu Zimei stood upon the empty air, facing them.
A number of direct disciples stood off at a distance.
"Release my master from the Sect Gate, and I can forgive and forget," Jiang Xier said to Xu Zimei, speaking calmly.
"Forgive and forget?" Xu Zimei chuckled softly and shook his head, replying.
