He wanted to travel the world with his sword in hand and see interesting things. 

After leaving Dong Yang City, Zhao Jiuge started to ponder.

He thought about a lot of things. About when he first walked onto the path of cultivation, about when saw Ling Bo Re at the cold pool, about his encounter with Su Su, about the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect and his time with Bai Qingqing, and also about the warmth of his senior sister Fu Hongling.

However, there was still no news of Bai Qingqing, Ling Bo Re had left a wound on his heart, and his senior sister had gone out to attempt to break past the bottleneck she had been stuck at for many years.

Perhaps thanks to her woman’s initiation, when Su Su saw the absent-minded Zhao Jiuge, she seemed to know he was thinking about something. She didn’t make a sound and instead was playing with Little Black.

Sometimes, one could only lament about how strange fate was. Everything seemed to have its own purpose.

Zhao Jiuge didn’t intend to speak and continued to walk. There was no trace of people in the mountains, much less any light...