A Ninth Realm Fate Master—their words became law.

Everyone present had only heard legends of Ninth Realm Fate Masters but had never seen a true Ninth Realm Fate Master appear.

They only saw that the moment Jiang Zhaoxue’s voice fell, a thunderbolt sword broke through the void and shot toward Gujun at high speed.

But Gujun had already sacrificed his life-bound sword before Jiang Zhaoxue even spoke, coming at Jiang Zhaoxue like lightning!

Both were top-tier cultivators, evenly matched. Both swords were full-power strikes, both carrying a mutual destruction stance, an unstoppable momentum.

The two moved too fast. No one could stop them in time, no one had the ability to stop them. They only watched as the flying sword rushed toward Jiang Zhaoxue at high speed, yet she made no defensive movements, only exerting all her strength, as if she was going to fight Gujun to the death.

“Yaoyao!!”

Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoyue cried out in alarm and rushed forward, talismans bursting out urgently. But just as his movements began, he saw a red figure take the lead and throw himself forward, fiercely blocking between Jiang Zhaoxue and Gujun!

Gujun’s overwhelming sword intent viciously struck that young man, instantly piercing through his body and violently knocking him to the ground.

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhaoxue’s thunderbolt sword instantly transformed into five swords, suddenly pinning Gujun’s four limbs and crown of his head, fixing him dead against the stone monument behind him. In that instant, they transformed into tens of thousands of blades, scraping flesh from his bones, subjecting him to death by a thousand cuts!

Screams instantly rang out. Guan Xiushu flew forward in fury, leaping down with a sword strike toward Jiang Zhaoxue. “Die!”

“Get lost!”

Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand and swept it. Overwhelming spiritual power surged like a tidal wave, violently knocking Guan Xiushu to the ground.

Liu Mingxiu at the side saw this and quickly stepped forward, helping up Shen Yuqing who had been pierced through by Gujun’s flying sword. She rapidly fed him medicine and protected his heart meridian.

Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at Shen Yuqing being helped up by Liu Mingxiu, then immediately turned to look at everyone.

After casting spells twice in succession, both times dealing with high-ranked cultivators, blood churned in Jiang Zhaoxue’s chest. She remained silent.

Guan Xiushu struggled to his feet. Seeing blood at the corners of Jiang Zhaoxue’s mouth, he urgently shouted, “A Ninth Realm Fate Master’s spellcasting also relies on spiritual power. She must be severely injured after executing my senior brother. She’s at the end of her strength now. If we don’t kill her today, she’ll definitely become an endless source of trouble in the future. Attack!”

“Everyone, don’t be impulsive!”

Upon hearing this, Feng Minghuan immediately spoke up, consoling everyone. “Lady Jiang is Penglai’s Lady, not a demon cultivator. She’s just momentarily enraged. There are still suspicious aspects to the Book of Fate matter. Why don’t you all sit down and have a proper discussion before making decisions?”

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

According to what everyone had learned over so many years, heavenly fate was written by the Book of Fate. The fate lines derived and established by the Book of Fate were the world’s foundation and could not be shaken.

Once shaken, heavenly dao would lose balance, mountains would crumble and stones would split, and heaven and earth would return to nothingness.

However, now Pei Zichen had forcibly severed the marriage fate line and severely injured the Book of Fate, yet not only had the world not been destroyed, but fortune and spiritual energy had even changed. So over all these years, when Lingjian Immortal Pavilion killed countless innocent people in the name of maintaining heavenly fate—was that still a righteous act?

If even the Book of Fate matter at Lingjian Immortal Pavilion might be falsified, then what was the hidden truth behind Pei Zichen’s matter?

After all, until his death, Pei Zichen had never truly killed a single person from the True Immortal Realm.

On the contrary, he had expelled Jiuyou Realm demon cultivators for the True Immortal Realm and turned the tide at critical moments.

Moreover, Jiang Zhaoxue was now a Ninth Realm Fate Master. To take action again after she and Pei Zichen had already fought one round would be mutual destruction, a life-or-death battle. Was that really necessary?

Everyone had their own calculations. But Jiang Zhaoxue could see through them. She stared coldly at everyone, only feeling her heart burning with searing pain. She laughed coldly. “Talk? If you want to talk, show some sincerity. Have everyone who took action against Pei Zichen today step forward and sever their own arm—then there’s something to talk about. Otherwise, what is there to discuss?!”

These words made everyone present change color drastically. Almost no sect’s disciples here hadn’t participated in the siege—it was only a matter of whether they had directly engaged or not.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue understood their thoughts and curled her lips.

Pei Zichen had been taught too well—so well he never imagined these were all beasts in human form, so well he completely didn’t understand right from wrong.

These people could only learn their lesson through killing. Her body’s blood boiled, murderous intent gradually rising.

Everyone sensed the killing intent. They instinctively gripped their magical artifacts tighter. Shui Chenyuan and Guan Xiushu exchanged glances, secretly signaling to their respective sect subordinates. Jiang Zhaoxue sensed the surrounding tension building and laughed softly. “You can’t even show this bit of sincerity, yet you’re worthy of talking with me?!”

With that, she raised her hand. But in that instant, Star Cloud Sect’s Yin-Yang banners suddenly lit up densely around Jiang Zhaoxue’s hand. Two chains burst from the earth, viciously locking her up.

The ground displayed a crisscrossing chessboard-like network. Lingjian Immortal Pavilion disciples formed formations and sacrificed their flying swords. Jiang Zhaoyue’s talismans shot out like swimming dragons. Shui Chenyuan leaped toward him. Star Cloud Sect, Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, and Penglai immediately became embroiled in chaotic combat.

Guan Xiushu led Lingjian Immortal Pavilion disciples to form an array, manipulating flying swords. Seeing Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s formation, Zhou Bugang frowned. “The Soul-Devouring Death Array combined with Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s Ten Killing Array—now that Jiang Zhaoxue is locked up, she’s finished.”

With that, Guan Xiushu turned his hand. Hundreds of swords from all directions plunged into black qi toward Jiang Zhaoxue’s direction. Guan Xiushu shouted fiercely, “Demoness, die!”

“Yaoyao!”

Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoyue turned back. Shui Chenyuan seized the opportunity to strike Jiang Zhaoyue back with a palm. Li You hurriedly stepped forward to support Jiang Zhaoyue, then they were immediately surrounded by Star Cloud Sect and Lingjian Immortal Pavilion disciples.

The swords entered the black qi and seemed to be swallowed, falling silent.

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at the formation filled with spreading black qi in terror, clenching his fists in fury.

“Young Master Jiang,” Shui Chenyuan gasped as he turned back. He had just taken a heavy blow from Jiang Zhaoyue’s talisman. His nascent soul ached faintly. He stared fixedly at Jiang Zhaoyue, opening his mouth through gritted teeth. “Today, when you return, ask your father properly—how does Penglai plan to account for the trouble you siblings have caused!”

“I’ll account for it with your life!”

A clear female voice rang out. The black qi exploded with a boom. Star Cloud Sect’s Yin-Yang banners suddenly came crashing down overwhelmingly, viciously striking Shui Chenyuan and directly impaling him into the ground!

Everyone looked up in surprise to see Jiang Zhaoxue panting slightly as she raised her eyes.

The chains on her body were all broken. Blood marks covered her face. Her eyes stared fixedly at the shocked Shui Chenyuan, laughing coldly through gritted teeth. “Since you’re all working together to shield the culprits and still want to trouble my Penglai, then don’t blame me for being ruthless and settling accounts thoroughly with all of you!”

The moment her words fell, everyone saw a golden formation light up beneath Jiang Zhaoxue’s feet.

She had drawn a formation!

Just now in the black qi, she had actually been drawing a formation!

A Ninth Realm Fate Master didn’t need a grand array. If she opened one, it must be a life-or-death situation!

“Heavenly dao is inconstant, gambling life with heaven, supreme great fortune, I command the universe!”

Jiang Zhaoxue flipped her hand. Seals flew about. Qiankun Qian spun rapidly. Violent winds rose fiercely. Blood water from wounds on her face fell. Jiang Zhaoxue stared fixedly at everyone. All the cultivators came to their senses and rushed forward like madmen, only to be blocked by formations she had already set up. They could only watch helplessly as she cast spells in the center. “Lingxu forms the array, Yuan Luo draws the bow, Zhan Shen becomes the sword—those who injured Pei Zichen—”

Jiang Zhaoxue clasped her hands together and shouted loudly, “All shall be executed!”

The moment her words fell, jade divination sticks flew out. The words “Supreme Fortune” fell into everyone’s eyes. Everyone tried to flee outward without hesitation!

However, golden threads formed a net, shooting skyward. The entire Lingjian Immortal Pavilion instantly transformed into a massive cage. Yuan Luogong stood towering in the sky. Zhan Shen Sword transformed into an arrow rain falling down. The first arrow pointed directly at Shui Chenyuan, rushing toward him and fiercely piercing through him!

Shui Chenyuan’s eyes shot open in shock. He saw Jiang Zhaoxue standing within the formation, looking up at the arrow rain falling like meteor showers, laughing madly and shouting loudly, “Kill! Kill them all for me!”

Screams rose up from the surroundings. Everyone tried to rush toward Jiang Zhaoxue, but the closer they got to her, the denser the arrow rain became.

Amid this ultimate violent massacre, Jiang Zhaoxue listened to everyone’s wails, feeling her heart both painful and hateful. It seemed to bring relief, yet also seemed not to.

But she couldn’t care. She only wanted to kill them all.

Heaven and earth were born from desolation and returned to desolation. Where was righteousness and evil, where was good and bad? Let them all die—

Demonic energy slowly rose in her eyes. She thought of Pei Zichen kowtowing step by step upward. She thought of Pei Zichen holding her tightly and saying that sentence: “Lady, you’re a Ninth Realm Fate Master now.”

A Ninth Realm Fate Master—if she couldn’t even kill those who harmed him, couldn’t even obtain justice, what use was being a Ninth Realm Fate Master?!

“Give me—”

Jiang Zhaoxue pushed her spiritual power to its limit, tracking toward everyone’s heads. But before the word “death” could leave her mouth, someone suddenly grabbed her hand tightly, urgently shouting, “Yaoyao!”

Jiang Zhaoxue’s movements froze. She raised her eyes to see the person covered in blood who had walked before her.

The moment she saw who it was, Jiang Zhaoxue’s pupils constricted.

Jiang Zhaoyue gripped her tightly, his body covered in wounds from her golden arrows.

Jiang Zhaoyue was a talisman cultivator, not skilled in close combat. And right now, the golden arrows around her didn’t distinguish between friend and foe. To walk here, he had exhausted all his talismans and couldn’t avoid injury.

He gripped her wrist tightly, showing weakness and pleading for the first time, saying hoarsely, “Enough.”

Hearing the word “enough,” tears slid down Jiang Zhaoxue’s face. For a moment she became somewhat clear-headed, but the image of Pei Zichen collapsing against her shoulder repeatedly surfaced. She couldn’t withdraw the dharma light from her hands no matter what.

She struggled as she stared at Jiang Zhaoyue, saying with difficulty, “Pei Zichen is dead.”

“I know. But these disciples are innocent.”

“Innocent?” Jiang Zhaoxue laughed through tear-blurred eyes. “Those who shelter evildoers behind them share the same crime as the evildoers. They can’t even hand over the culprits—how can they be considered innocent?!”

“What if we hand them over?”

A woman’s voice rang out. Jiang Zhaoxue and Jiang Zhaoyue looked simultaneously to see Liu Mingxiu supporting her long sword, stepping forward.

She was the only one here still entirely neat and tidy, composed and calm.

Step by step, she walked through the blood water, coming before Jiang Zhaoxue.

Seeing Liu Mingxiu approach, Guan Xiushu quickly said, “Junior Sister, quickly take action…”

Before he finished speaking, Liu Mingxiu’s long sword suddenly shot out, viciously severing Guan Xiushu’s head!

This sudden change shocked everyone. They saw Liu Mingxiu turn back around, looking calmly at Jiang Zhaoxue and saying earnestly, “Who else do you want to kill? I’ll help you kill them.”

Jiang Zhaoxue said nothing. She stared fixedly at this legendary most unfathomable elder of Lingjian Immortal Pavilion. Seeing she didn’t speak, Liu Mingxiu raised her voice. “Lingjian Immortal Pavilion disciples, step forward!”

No one moved. Liu Mingxiu’s pressure manifested. “Step forward!”

Hearing this, the remaining Lingjian Immortal Pavilion disciples gritted their teeth and stepped forward one after another. Liu Mingxiu spoke calmly. “Kneel.”

Hearing this, everyone pressed their lips together and knelt.

Liu Mingxiu raised her eyes to look at Jiang Zhaoxue, speaking calmly. “These are the disciples still present today. All disciples of the immortal path today participated in the siege, but they’re all young disciples, no different from Pei Zichen back then. The sect issued orders, the disciples carried them out. They certainly bear fault, but comparatively, the fault lies with us elders.”

With that, Liu Mingxiu walked through the crowd, coming before Jiang Zhaoxue. After kneeling on one knee, she raised her hand to draw her sword and placed it on her shoulder, saying calmly, “Today I’m willing to exchange an arm for the disciples’ future. I hope Lady Jiang will show mercy and spare Lingjian Immortal Pavilion a way to survive.”

The moment her words fell, Liu Mingxiu raised her hand to bring down the sword. Jiang Zhaoxue urgently shouted, “Wait.”

Liu Mingxiu’s movements stopped. Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes to look around.

These disciples wore the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion clothing Pei Zichen once wore, all with youthful faces like Pei Zichen back then.

Looking at them, she hazily recalled when Pei Zichen had casually chatted, speaking of his youth.

He had gone on missions with these disciples, eaten together, chatted idly together. Every single person here might carry traces of him. Every piece of land here was where he had once passed.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaoxue’s eyes became slightly sore. She turned away, unable to speak, yet feeling unwilling.

Watching from the side, Jiang Zhaoyue couldn’t help but say, “Yaoyao, Pei Zichen’s physical body is still here. The cultivation world has countless soul-summoning methods. If you carry too heavy a karmic burden of killing, perhaps you’ll have no chance to save him.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue pressed her lips tight. After struggling for a long time, she finally said, “Each of you cut off a piece of flesh to offer him as sacrifice. Then I’ll let it go.”

Hearing these words, everyone froze. Then Qi Shan, the disciple who had once switched shifts with Pei Zichen, pressed his lips together, rolled up his sleeve, and fiercely cut downward.

Flesh fell to the ground. Qi Shan’s face paled slightly.

Once one disciple began, the surroundings fell silent except for the sounds of cutting flesh.

Starting with Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, sect after sect gradually knelt. When blood filled the front gate of Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, Jiang Zhaoxue looked at these young faces and finally said, “This is what it feels like to be harmed.”

Everyone was somewhat bewildered. Jiang Zhaoxue looked at them, saying hoarsely, “Remember this well. The gentleman senior brother Pei Zichen who always protected you, who always guarded the border of Cangming Sea and never let Jiuyou Realm violate even one step, was dismembered piece by piece just like this in your weak silence, as your accomplices. Remember today’s feeling well. I wish that henceforth in the True Immortal Realm, there will never be another Pei Zichen.”

Hearing these words, everyone remained silent.

Some fellow sect members who had been close to Pei Zichen reddened their eyes. The youngest disciple finally couldn’t help but break down, crying out in pain, “I’m sorry…”

He opened his mouth with difficulty. “I didn’t want to… I was just afraid… I… I didn’t want to…”

Hearing those cries, Jiang Zhaoxue finally felt as if she had completed something. Looking at heaven and earth covered in blood, she finally felt tired. Her expression slowly dimmed. She stood silently for a moment before finally turning around.

She first walked before Gujun. His entire body had been scraped clean of flesh, leaving only a breath of life in him.

He glared viciously at Jiang Zhaoxue, completely without an immortal’s bearing. He seemed no different from that greedy hunter from back then who picked up the Book of Fate and made countless wishes.

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him for a moment, then lowered her head to pick up the already dim Book of Fate from beneath his feet.

This book had a slash in it and had already lost all spiritual energy. It looked no different from an ordinary book.

Jiang Zhaoxue frowned but still tucked it into her sleeve. Then she turned and walked toward Pei Zichen.

All the way, blood water soaked through her long skirt. She passed calmly by Shen Yuqing’s side.

The moment they passed each other, Shen Yuqing’s voice suddenly rang out. “Kill me.”

Jiang Zhaoxue’s footsteps paused. She remained silent.

Having taken Gujun’s sword, Shen Yuqing’s meridians were already shattered. He leaned weakly against the stone monument inscribed with precepts, saying softly, “I’ve done much evil. Kill me.”

“From the very beginning, Gujun had his eyes on your fortune.”

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke calmly. Shen Yuqing froze, then heard Jiang Zhaoxue say, “In past times, the Book of Fate used the same methods trying to seize the fortunes of people like Ye Wenzhi, Song Wuya, and Li Xiuji. You’re the same.”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

Shen Yuqing shouted fiercely upon hearing this, his eyes showing uncontrollable terror. “The Book of Fate isn’t an evil object…”

“It is.”

Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at him. “Using Lingjian Immortal Pavilion as its blade, for its own selfish purposes, seizing people’s fortunes—it became an evil object long ago. Those ‘heaven-forsaken ones’ you killed in the past weren’t abandoned by heaven but were slaughtered by you.”

“Impossible!”

Shen Yuqing’s pupils contracted sharply. Jiang Zhaoxue’s eyes carried a trace of pity. “You thought you were upholding the righteous path, but you were wrong from the very beginning. Your entire life has been within their calculations. Gujun raised you just to use you, waiting for you to grow up, then seeking opportunities to strip your fortune and offer it to the Book of Fate. You should have had a smooth immortal path, destined for ascension—”

Jiang Zhaoxue’s gaze fell on the fate lines around his body. Her eyes gradually turned blue. Golden threads flew and spun in the center. Her eyes seemed to glimpse his past and present lives as she said slowly, “You should have been a heaven-ordained marriage with me, living a perfect life. You could have had that.”

“I don’t believe it…”

Shen Yuqing shook his head madly. “I don’t believe it… Master did it for my own good, all for my own good… Lingjian Immortal Pavilion also exists to protect all living beings under heaven. I didn’t do anything wrong…”

“Back when Song Qingyin died, I never saw her before her death.”

Jiang Zhaoxue paid him no mind, only continuing, “I also never harmed Mu Jinyue. If you don’t believe what I’m saying—”

Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at Gujun not far away. After thinking for a moment, she said calmly, “Go ask your master.”

Hearing “Gujun,” Shen Yuqing seemed to suddenly realize something. He covered his wound and rushed forward in a panic, saying excitedly, “Master…”

With that, he rushed before that blood-and-bone body, saying excitedly, “Master, the Book of Fate wasn’t wrong, was it? Lingjian Immortal Pavilion wasn’t wrong, was it?”

“Zeyuan…”

Gujun spoke hoarsely, his one remaining eye staring at him. “You caused my death. Shouldn’t you give me your life?”

Shen Yuqing froze. In that instant, Gujun’s primordial spirit burst forth from the crown of his head, viciously attacking Shen Yuqing!

Liu Mingxiu turned back in shock, drawing her sword to strike. But in that instant, Shen Yuqing’s life-bound sword “Qingzheng” was faster than anyone else’s, leaping from Shen Yuqing’s scabbard and fiercely slashing down at Gujun’s primordial spirit!

Gujun’s primordial spirit screamed as it shot skyward, then exploded and scattered.

Shen Yuqing stared blankly at this scene, looking in disbelief at the Qingzheng sword beside his hand.

His sword was a gift from Gujun, meant to slay all evil in the world. And in the end…

Qingzheng killed his master.

The sword that slew all evil in the world ultimately killed his master who tried to possess his body.

“Zeyuan.”

The voice of Gujun teaching him as a youth rang out, stroke by stroke instructing him: “Water nourishes all things, the deep holds all sects. The prosperity of all living beings under heaven rests with Lingjian Immortal Pavilion. In the future, you too must guard Lingjian Immortal Pavilion and protect the common people.”

Guard Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, protect the common people.

But Master…

If Lingjian Immortal Pavilion was wrong, what was right?

Why deceive him? Who was deceiving him?

He should have had a smooth immortal path, should have been heaven-ordained with Jiang Zhaoxue, should have lived a perfect life…

Shen Yuqing’s laughter rang out behind Jiang Zhaoxue, followed by what seemed like clamoring voices.

As if Liu Mingxiu was pulling him, persuading him.

However, Jiang Zhaoxue heard nothing. She walked step by step back to Pei Zichen’s side, looking at the young man lying quietly on the ground.

He was still so handsome. Wearing red clothes, he appeared even more beautiful.

Jiang Zhaoxue’s eyes became slightly sore. She turned her head to look at Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s thousand-year-old mountain gate. After staring for a long time, she still felt unwilling. She spoke hoarsely. “I curse with my life to heaven—”

As soon as she opened her mouth, wind and clouds rolled. Everyone looked over in terror to see her looking at Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s mountain gate, raising her voice. “I curse Lingjian Immortal Pavilion—for three hundred years, spiritual energy will not gather, grass will not grow, wind and snow will not cease, springs will dry and rivers will run dry! Unless Pei Zichen returns from death, otherwise, as long as Jiang Zhaoxue lives one day, this curse will not lift for one day!”

At these words, those present looked at each other.

This curse had no great effect on ordinary disciples—if spiritual energy doesn’t gather in one place, they could just move to another. But for a sect, this was pulling the firewood from under the pot, completely severing its foundation.

However, after experiencing the bloody battle just now, no one dared step forward. They only saw that after Jiang Zhaoxue finished cursing, she seemed to finally relax. She crouched down and gently took Pei Zichen into her embrace.

“Pei Zichen,” she spoke softly, murmuring, “I’m taking you back to Penglai.”

With that, she summoned an immortal crane. Holding that genius young sword cultivator—rarely seen in ten thousand years, champion of the sword trial conference at seventeen, who at twenty-five fought a hundred sects with one sword and forcibly severed the Book of Fate—she rode the crane away together.

As she left, wind gently brushed past. Jiang Zhaoxue flew out of Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s territory and watched the setting sun fall on Pei Zichen’s face.

She looked toward the distance, murmuring in a low voice, “Soul-summoning methods…”

As Jiang Zhaoxue flew away, the wind carried several particles of light toward the direction of Cangming Sea.

Xinluo Yi led people lurking at the foot of Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s mountain, coldly watching Jiang Zhaoxue ride the crane away. Just as she was hesitating whether to intercept Pei Zichen’s corpse, she heard a disciple guarding the seal before Cangming Sea transmit a message: “My Lady, the Master’s seal is loosening. Come quickly!”

Upon hearing this, Xinluo Yi froze, instantly realizing something. She was overjoyed.

It worked!

The five divine artifacts recognized their master. Pei Zichen returned to his position!

Xinluo Yi instantly prepared to depart but suddenly remembered something. She turned to look at the tall, thin young man beside her. “Zhou Pan, I’ll go receive the Master. Go back and notify Zhou Shi to take action. We must, before the Master awakens,” Xinluo Yi’s expression turned cold, “execute Ye Tianjiao.”

Having said that, the Jiuyou Realm crowd each went their separate ways.

Meanwhile, in Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s Hall of Heavenly Mandate, a young man looked up at the invisible golden book above, sighing. “Aiya, it failed.”

Everything seemed to settle like dust. Only Pei Zichen alone walked through a field of white light, confused and bewildered, not knowing how long he had walked.

His mind was completely blank. He didn’t know where he came from, nor did he know where he should go.

Only vaguely, he heard a voice carrying a trace of laughter saying, “When the Divine Sovereign created the world, he once said: Among worldly matters, horizontally are the cosmos, vertically are life and death, in the center is the human heart. Transcending beyond these five is heavenly fate. Controlling life is Tianji Lingyu, controlling death is Zhan Shen Sword. We two, aside from the Book of Fate, are the foremost among spiritual artifacts—controlling life and managing death. To obtain us two is to control the five divine artifacts. Therefore, we require a gentleman of utmost purity and utmost goodness. We thought there would be no such person in this world.”

Hearing this, Pei Zichen turned to see one black and one white figure walking toward him, slowly bowing:

“Tianji Lingyu.”

“Zhan Shen Sword.”

“We greet our Master.”