The old man from Sky Sword Sect had locked himself away for three days and finally opened the room door. An unremarkable Sword Cultivator walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Dao Yi, I pay my respects."
The exhausted old man from Sky Sword Sect bowed to the Sword Cultivator, whence a shadowy figure emerged from within the Sword Cultivator—it was indeed the phantom of Dao Yi.
"After several months' absence, returning to Tianqi seems much easier," Dao Yi remarked softly as he looked in the direction of the Divine Palace.
The old man from Sky Sword Sect trembled slightly and bitterly said, "Hei Hun is dead."
"We know," Dao Yi nodded. "That's precisely why I am here."
"This matter? Ha," the old man's face darkened, "With the death of Hei Hun, this setup has already collapsed, and my Sky Sword Sect has walked right into the trap; bound only to the commands of Shen Chao, how can I face the ancestors of Sky Sword Sect after I despoiled my way..."
