It was dusk. The wind was blowing, and red leaves slid down the sky. On the way from Copper Plateau to Chang Lin, a man rode past on his stallion. The man on the horse was in his forties. His hair was disheveled, and there was a long blade attached to his waist. The horse was not a good horse, and the blade was a nameless blade, but the man was a world-renown swordsman. Xie San's gaze appeared tired. Wind tussled his disheveled hair, adding an air of undisguised dejectedness to his presence.
Suddenly, he pulled on the horse's rein. His pair of eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's because Xie San saw someone in his path.
In the wind, a swordsman in white stood upright. He was the first person at Chang Lin Town to know that Xie San had reached the Copper Plateau.
"Lin Chang?" Xie San recognized the man before him, he was Lin Chang, the Clear Sky Blade of the Six Flowery Blades.
