"Just ahead lies the Taoist gate,"
A gentle breeze blew, dispersing the dust and revealing the majestic mountains in the distance. Numerous talismans and falling leaves fluttered together, making a rustling sound.
Deng Baiyi lifted his head, gazing at the grand mountain gate that stood as tall as the heavens before him, his spirit swaying.
In the past, in Yuzhu Town of Northern County, it was rare to catch even a glimpse of a Sword-controlling Flying Immortal in a year, but now, above the skies of the Taoist gate, dozens of swift shadows could be seen with just a casual glance.
After the rain had cleared, shallow puddles remained on the ground, reflecting the brilliant afterglow as the Flying Swords flew across the dome of the sky.
Caught in a daze, Deng Baiyi smoothed his clothes and couldn't help but sneeze.
"These days have been rainy... With your shallow cultivation, remember to dress warmly when it's cold,"
