"The Sword God of Luoyan Peak, I too have heard a bit about him," Lin Bei said with the same passion, "If he had crushed his fellow disciples with his level, it would be understandable. However, back then he was just a Golden Core cultivator, yet he dominated in the art of controlling a flying sword, without any rival in sight."
"What's the name of the Sword God of Luoyan Peak?" Chu Liang asked.
Wen Yulong mentioned him yesterday, and Lin Bei was praising him today. However, no one seemed to know his name.
"I don't really know," Lin Bei replied, "It's strange, there're only fragments of legends these years, but his name hasn't been passed down in Shu Mountain. But judging by his age, he should be of the same generation as your master and Daoist Yan. You can go back and ask your master."
Wen Yulong stroked his chin in speculation: "Perhaps this senior met with some kind of mishap? Otherwise, given his talents, he wouldn't be unknown if he was still in Shu Mountain today."
