Yang Ye turned around and saw a slovenly old man had appeared not too far away from him.

The reason he felt that the old man was slovenly was because the old man was dressed like a beggar. His hair was even so messy to the point it seemed like it hadn’t been washed for years.

Yang Ye glanced at the old man’s waist and saw a sword there.

“You’re the 3rd person to arrive here in the last tens of thousands of years.” The slovenly old man walked over to Yang Ye and sized him up, “You really are not bad. Your sword intent is temper well, and so is your slaughter intent. You have great potential indeed. Unfortunately, your cultivation is quite low.”

Yang Ye asked, “Senior, may I know who you are?”

“I’m just a slovenly old man!” The old man waved his hand and said, “You’re really not bad since you were able to arrive here. You can’t continue forward because you might die if you do?”

Yang Ye was puzzled, “Why?”

The old man gazed at Yang Ye and said, “You must understand that this isn’t a test that Senior Jian Wuji left behind. His sword intent is instinctively protecting its master instead. If you continue up the mountain, it’ll treat you as an enemy.”

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