It was Li Xuanfeng’s first time seeing Chi Zhiyun, yet he found him familiar. Narrowing his eyes slightly, a thought stirred in his mind.0

When all was said and done, the fame of their sword immortal was owed to this man. Back when Chi Zhiyun was still the sect’s young master, he had been overseeing Li Chejing’s journey to the southern border. By now, seventy to eighty years had passed.0

Chi Zhiyun was now at the late Foundation Establishment Realm. No one knew how many secret techniques he had mastered, but his spiritual qi radiated warmth and grandeur. He had likely consumed many treasured panaceas. Standing at the top, he exuded a commanding presence.0

“Greetings, Sect Master!” The gathered cultivators saluted, but Chi Zhiyun was focused...0