The autumn rain continued to fall.

A single figure appeared suddenly beneath the deep darkness of the night sky. He stood on a lotus-leaf boat, drawing a line through the surface of Cloudcomb Lake as he approached.

The light was dim, but Su Yi’s divine sense could still clearly discern that this was an elder in long white robes.

It was unclear just how old he was. His face was covered in wrinkles, yet his eyes were as bright and clear as an infant’s. However, upon closer inspection, they also seemed as deep as the ocean.

He held a sword case in one hand, and his feet were planted upon a lotus-leaf boat. There was no sign of majesty or prestige about him, and he arrived soundlessly.

However, as soon as Su Yi laid eyes on him, he was certain: this was Huo Tiandu!

A grand elder of Cloudsky Divine Palace with cultivation in the mid-stage Spiritual Manifestation Realm. Two hundred and eighty years had passed since he entered the Spirit Dao, and in the Great Xia, he was honored as the Azure Spring True Sword!

Meanwhile, in the teahouse, Weng Jiu furrowed his brow. “The old-timer really did show up!” 

He was well aware of Huo Tiandu’s strength. In the current Great Xia, he was an extremely powerful figure even among Spirit Dao cultivators.

He’d...