The elderly man was clad in a pale blue silk robe, his long hair fluttering in the breeze.
Even though he had reached the age of sixty, one could vaguely discern the handsomeness of his youth from his features.
His eyes were like two curved blades, radiating slivers of chilling sharpness.
The longsword in his hand hummed softly, and as he wiped it, blade light soared up, filling the entire firmament with its radiance.
The elder's gaze was profound as he slowly stood up and stepped into the air, walking toward the north.
...
To the east of the True Martial Holy Sect, Xu Zimei looked at Thundercloud Elder and said with a light smile, "Fighting me, I too want to know just how strong stepping into Immortality truly is."
"Young kid, let your Vein Beast out," Thundercloud Elder spoke gravely.
"I don't need the Vein Beast to fight you," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
