"It's the Northern Protector!"
Upon recognizing the elder in the white robe, Zhuang Sheng immediately became respectful.
The thoughts of revenge that filled his mind vanished instantly.
In his mind, an image of Tao transmission surfaced.
Years ago, during his travels, he encountered the Northern Protector in the Northern Martial Forest.
Thanks to the Northern Protector's guidance, his state of mind was elevated.
Now, letting the Northern Protector see his pathetic state, Zhuang Sheng was deeply troubled.
"Zhuang Sheng, remember my words and the kindness of our young friend Xia Liu, and leave."
The Northern Protector sighed.
"Thank you for your guidance, Northern Protector. I know what to do now."
Zhuang Sheng respectfully clasped his fists together, then picked up the cracked Taiwei Sword.
"Xia Liu, the broken righteous energy of this sword, I will restore it bit by bit. A hundred years from now, we shall meet again!"
