Han Muye chuckled and reached out to stroke her hair. "Let's go, we're going to meet that senior."
They came to this desolate starry sky in search of the secret place where the senior sword cultivator passed away, not for a leisurely outing.
Speaking of leisurely outings, isn't it too extravagant to travel back in time and admire the scenery of ten thousand years ago?
The further they went, the more sword cultivators they saw soaring through the air on their flying swords.
"Yulu City?"
In front of them, a magnificent city stood, and Han Muye spoke softly as he looked at the inscription on the city gate that exuded a sword-like radiance.
"Yes, Yulu City, Sword Venerable Yulu."
Zhao Yu, who had come flying on his sword, spoke out loudly with a look of joy on his face.
Sword Venerable Yulu.
Han Muye was not familiar with this name, but someone who bears the title of Sword Venerable must naturally be a powerful swordsman.