The middle aged sword cultivator turned around and walked away after leaving those words. However, a middle aged man in a violet robe appeared before him just a short while later.

It was the Yin Lord!

The Yin World’s forces weren’t weak, and coupled with the help of the Eternal Lord, it wasn’t difficult to locate a sword cultivator. Especially when the sword cultivator wasn’t trying to conceal his tracks.

Of course, they knew nothing about him.

The middle aged sword cultivator glanced at the Yin Lord and remained silent.

The Yin Lord waved his right hand, and then cold winds formed Yang Ye’s appearance.

The Yin Lord gazed at the sword cultivator, “Do you know him?”

The middle aged sword cultivator glanced at the portrait created from cold winds and nodded.

The Yin Lord walked slowly in his direction, “Shall we exchange a few blows?”

The sword cultivator glanced at him and shook his head slightly, “Just one is enough.”

The Yin Lord’s eyes narrowed...