At Beixuan Sword Sect, before the cliff, as Muk Qingyun narrated, Muk Suifeng's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, flashing a look of interest, as if he sensed something.
"Master, this matter is very strange, I do not know how to decide, please advise me," Muk Qingyun spoke.
"Sword cultivators act according to their hearts, since your heart responds, then let nature take its course. Besides, you are not in a hurry to advance to the True Lake Realm."
"I understand," said the Disciple.
After Muk Qingyun left, Muk Suifeng remained seated without moving, and after a long while, he lifted his head to look at the sky, his gaze profound.
Meanwhile, on Endless Island, in a coastal area, atop a spirit mountaintop by the sea, Lan Ziyi wearing purple clothes, with a gold-hued spirit fortune stick in her hand, curled up the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile.
A soft murmur arose, "Interesting."
