Time slipped by.

Chu Yukou stood there respectfully, not moving in the slightest, patient as could be.

A full fifteen minutes passed before the icy, piercing hum of a sword suddenly reverberated from within the immortal cave.

Chu Yukou’s body went rigid. The hum caused a piercing pain in his soul, and he felt a chill on his skin. Despite himself, his expression shifted.

The gate to the immortal cave silently opened, and an upright figure emerged.

He was dressed in gray, with eyebrows like swords and eyes that sparkled like stars. His long hair was tied behind his head, and he looked young, save for his brown eyes; when they moved, they had the air of the vicissitudes of life. 

He held a book made of bamboo slips in his left hand, and his right hand was behind his back.

The most eye-catching thing about him was the flying sword in his topknot. It was greenish gold in color, and as clear and lustrous as a jade hairpin.

“Martial Uncle!” Chu Yukou greeted him solemnly.

This youthful-looking man in gray was none other than the great elder of the Wheel of the Moon Sect, Qiu Hengkong! Within the Great Wei, he was a legend of the Dao of the Sword!

He started studying the sword at nine. At thirteen, he...