At this moment.
Between heaven and earth, countless threads of ultimate Sword Qi burst forth, swiftly cutting through the mountains, slicing them into pieces.
An aged face emerged.
It was none other than Shen Tuhai, the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
He sat backwards on the Ink Jade Qilin, speaking with a deceptive smile, "Young Huaiqing, you are indeed willing, to give up supremacy to deal with this old man. It seems the Immortals of the Upper Realm were mistaken about you."
"Senior Shen Tu."
Zhang Huaiqing said expressionlessly, "What doesn't belong to me, is ultimately not mine, so there is nothing to regret.
Likewise.
What doesn't belong to you, you won't be able to keep sooner or later.
So, I ask you, Senior, to return the Qingxu Sect's fortune and end this millennia-long dispute!
Now with great enemies before us, we should not be fighting among ourselves."
"Don't rush, young one."
