The gray-robed swordsman looked away and sighed. Even if that really was him, in the flourishing cultivation world of the Great Xia… I’m afraid he’ll fade into obscurity too.

Were Su Yi here, he’d recognize the man at a glance: this was none other than Qiu Hengkong. 

The Grand High Elder of the Wheel of the Moon Sect and the top sword cultivator in the Great Wei!

A group of young men and women were drinking and eating in a restaurant’s private dining room.

One of them, a man in gold, turned to look at Qiu Hengkong and ordered with a pompous smirk, “Junior Apprentice Brother Qiu, what are you looking at? Hurry up and fill our glasses!”

“Yes,” said Qiu Hengkong in a low voice. He hurriedly approached the table, picked up the jar of wine, lowered his head, and refilled everyone’s cups.

As if he were a servant.

“Junior Apprentice Brother Qiu, you should sit down too,” whispered the young woman seated at the head of the table; she couldn’t bear to watch any more of this.

She was dressed in purple, with skin as fair and lustrous as snow. Her forehead had a birthmark shaped like a golden lotus leaf. Her eyes were slightly slanted, like those of a phoenix, and she had eyebrows like distant mountains. Despite her youth, when she...