At this moment, atop the Tenth Summit of Kunlun Divine Mountain, two figures quietly sat facing each other beside a stone table.
The surrounding atmosphere was peaceful.
Clouds drifted beneath the summit while immortal cranes occasionally cried out in the distance.
Tea quietly steamed upon the stone table.
One of the figures wore plain blue robes, yet even they could not diminish his peerlessly handsome countenance in the slightest.
It was none other than Tian Yun, the Saint Master of Kunlun Divine Mountain and Wang Daoyun's master.
Sitting opposite him was an old man wearing simple gray robes.
It was the Sword Venerable.
At this moment, Tian Yun slowly raised his gaze toward the distant horizon.
Far beyond countless mountain ranges, a vast Sword Intent was surging between heaven and earth.
Myriad Dao phenomena continuously manifested throughout the skies.
