Absolute Cloud Mountain, outside Yuan Magnetic Valley.
Luo Chen descended on a spirit cloud, concealed his form and quietly observed the person seated in meditation within the valley.
"That's right!"
"It really is Miao Wen!"
Miao Wen, an external sect steward of Yu Ding Sword Sect, had once been in charge of mundane affairs at the Yu Ding Sword Pavilion in the daily operations of The Great River District.
In this remote large market district, his realm might not have been the highest, but his identity was truly unique.
Even those like Mi Shuhua and Zhou Qing, whose realms were higher than his, had to cater to him because of his status.
However,
The man who once kept his appearance and demeanor impeccably elegant was now disheveled, his clothes tattered, bearing no trace of the grace expected of a Yu Ding sword cultivator.
His pair of once-fine gold-threaded cloud boots were battered and torn, revealing darkened toes.
