Shen Jianting sat beside a grey-robed elder, who was none other than his third uncle and also the third Elder of the Sword Heaven Sect.
The third Elder's complexion was ruddy and he looked spirited and vigorous, without a trace of aging, exuding a sense of ethereal elegance reminiscent of immortal hermits.
He did not wear a sword at his waist, yet Xu Fan could feel the sharp sword intent emanating from him.
This man's understanding of the Sword Dao was extremely profound.
Stroking his beard gently, the third Elder said slowly, "Mr. Xu, three years ago, when I was traveling outside to comprehend the Sword Dao, I inadvertently entered a perilous zone."
"I saw a fiery-red fruit, crystal clear, with flames of the same crimson hue flowing around it.
"It was about the size of a small tangerine and was growing from a withered branch."
"I was about ten meters away but could feel the scorching aura emanating from the fruit; I was certain it was no ordinary item."
