When he saw that Su Yi had no intention of pursuing this, Chang Guoke clasped his fist in gratitude. “Many thanks for your magnanimity.”

The swordsman with the curly beard obviously held Su Yi in far greater awe than before.

However, there was no discomfort mixed in with his respect. He seemed to have something to say, yet he couldn’t quite say it. There was obviously something off about his mood.

Su Yi said thoughtfully, “And here I thought that after I killed Lu Dongliu and his companions, as an inheritor of the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect, you’d view me with enmity too.”

Chang Guoke instantly felt awkward and a bit embarrassed. Quite some time passed before he laughed bitterly, “Young Lord Su, you saved my life. I, Chang Guoke, am not the type to repay kindness with enmity.”

“Being stuck in the middle like this must be uncomfortable,” said Su Yi. “There’s no need for this. I care more about the heart than its vestiges. Even if your sect forces you to become my enemy, I won’t be angry with you.”

Chang Guoke was stunned.

It was then that a fire-plumed crane descended from the heavens. An elderly Daoist with an immortal bearing rode on its back. Despite his age, his eyes were as bright as child’s. 

This was the very picture of an immortal...