"I have heard of the sword god from Falling Waterfowl Peak," Lin Bei exclaimed, equally excited. "It would be understandable if he was only defeating disciples at the same cultivation realm as him. However, back then, he was only at the Golden Core Realm. Yet, in the art of flying sword manipulation, he overpowered everyone. There was no one worthy of being called his opponent."0

"What is the name of that sword god from Falling Waterfowl Peak?" Chu Liang asked.1

Yesterday, Wen Yulong had mentioned this sword god, and today, the same person was being praised by Lin Bei. Yet, his name remained a mystery to everyone.0

"I have no idea," Lin Bei answered. "Which is strange. This has been told as a legend for years, yet his name was never known on Mount Shu. But he should be around the same age as your teacher and Daoist Yan. Why don't you ask your teacher?"2

Wen Yulong stroked his chin as he speculated, "Perhaps an accident happened to that senior. Otherwise, with his talent, it's impossible that his identity would remain unknown on Mount Shu today."3

"Then I won't bring it up with my teacher for...0