The words were written with grand and beautiful strokes, and they felt elegant and unrestrained.

“Li Taibai!” Suddenly, a man with a sword on his back and a woman appeared by Yang Ye’s side. The man gazed at the writing, “The Sword Immortal, Li Taibai. Supposedly, he wasn’t just fond of the sword, he was fond of poetry and wine too. So, he was also called the Wine Immortal and Poetry Immortal!”

The Wine Immortal! The Poetry Immortal! Yang Ye nodded slightly, and then he gazed at them. The man was around the age of 25, had clear features, a sword on his back, and emanated a faint strand of sword intent. The woman was slightly younger and seemed just around 20 years of age. She wore a tight green dress, and her figure was very good. Her figure wasn’t the only thing that was good, she was very beautiful too!

There was a sword hanging on her waist.

The man suddenly asked, “Brother, are you here for the Sword Immortal’s inheritance too?”

Yang Ye nodded, “Sort of. However, I mostly just want to meet that Sword Immortal.”

The man smiled, “My sister and I are here...