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A wave of sadness flowed through Han Yi's heart; he knew that this emotion did not stem from himself but from the Green Reed Sword.
His current state was merely one of shared consciousness with the Green Reed Sword, so it was no surprise that he was influenced by such a sorrowful mood.
The sound of the sword's cry was sharp and clear, turning from intense killing intent into relentless reluctance, but a hand gripped the hilt tightly, revealing the master of the voice that was almost within reach.
He was a middle-aged man with endless, profound eyes and a resolute, composed face, standing in the void, with boundless Taoism surging around his body's outline.
Seeing the true face of this middle-aged man, Han Yi's heart automatically recognized his identity.
He was an ancient immortal from the Ancient Times, the master of the Interception Sect, at the Realm of Heavenly Sovereign, the strongest Heavenly Sovereign of the Ancient First Era.
His Taoist name was:
Tongtian.
