A man named Zhang Fu, standing on a flying sword, was rapidly flying through the air, his long robe fluttering elegantly and comfortably.
This man, Zhang Fu, was a steward of the Piaomiao Palace, who had gone on a journey months ago and had just returned today.
"This journey has given me much insight, which will be of great help to my future cultivation," Zhang Fu said with a smile. "I am now at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage. Once I return, I will enter closed-door cultivation and strive to break through to the Soul Out of Aperture Stage in one go. Once I reach the Soul Out of Aperture Stage, I will be qualified to compete for the position of protector."
Just as Zhang Fu was fantasizing about his bright future, a dark shadow pounced towards him.
"Who's there!?" Zhang Fu, alert, quickly turned his head and shouted loudly.
"Swoosh!"
The shadow rapidly closed in and launched a barrage of attacks on Zhang Fu. After a few exchanges, Zhang Fu was knocked unconscious.
