Shushan Immortal Sect.

In his mind's eye, a sword-shaped mountain rose majestically into the skies, a beautiful swirl of snow and frost.

The place that Feng Xueya had spoken of brought him to life again, transporting him back to his youth, when he had first arrived there.

Looking at the majestic city of the sword, bathed in sword light, a sense of pride and awe was definitely stirred.

One day, he would definitely rise above them all.

A pity that fate was a cruel mistress. His talent was deemed poor. Before his pride had a chance to truly show itself, he had been eliminated, sent away forever, never qualified to return.

His rose-tinted glasses had shattered like a dream. And the centuries passed.

Even after so long, he recalled the grandeur and majesty of the place. Huge swords that reached into the skies, and billions of disciples soaring around with the Art of Sword Flight. The picture was as clear as ever in his mind.

Such a wondrous thing to the Heavenly Sword Sect was just a small matter to them.

"Wu Yu, that we could become master and disciple was a miraculous stroke of fate. But I hope that you can grasp this...