Sword Immortal had already left, yet wisps of bone-piercing sword qi still lingered around the ancestral hall on the peak of Misty Mountain.0

The young and handsome third tier sword cultivator was drenched in sweat as he collapsed into a sitting position on the ground.0

His master hurriedly helped him up, and she consoled her prized disciple whom she had high hopes for even though the fear on her face was yet to disappear. She lowered her voice and said, "Don't let this affect your sword heart, and make sure not to lose your composure. You should make haste and calm down your bonded flying sword, or else you'll face many challenges and bumps on your path of the Great Dao in the future...0

"Of course, it's even better if you can suppress your anxiety and fear. Your master isn't a sword cultivator, but I've heard that sword cultivators subduing their internal demons is also one way to temper their bonded flying swords. Ever since ancient times, there has always been a saying about tempering one's sword on the banks of the mind's lake..."0

There was a dazed look in the young sword cultivator's eyes, and it was only after he heard his master's words that he broke free from his confused and trance-like state. He had no time or effort to care about the strange things taking place in the acupoint where his bonded flying sword was being nurtured, and he hurriedly recited the mantra passed down by the ancestral hall of Misty Mountain in his mind, channeling his spiritual energy at the same time in an attempt to stabilize his mental state.0

No one else in Misty Mountain was paying attention to this master and disciple.0

This was because everyone was standing around Mountain Master Lü Yundai. His face was as pale as a sheet, but he thankfully hadn't suffered any irrevocable wounds to his foundation....0