Zhi Chunqiu stood in front of the water mirror, slowly tidying up his clothes, carefully smoothing out every inch of wrinkles.
The person reflected in the mirror was wearing a tall hat and broad belts, looking solemn and dignified.
His gaze fell on the sword at his waist.
The body of the sword was simple and unadorned. It was decorated with cloud patterns and tassels. It was the sword of the Sect Masters of the Jade Mirage Sect – the Xuanshu Sword.
It had been 700 years, and finally... The day he had been waiting for had finally come!
The man in the mirror had a smug smile on his face, but it was a little twisted because of his restraint.
But soon, Zhi Chunqiu no longer suppressed himself. He laughed in a low voice, and then laughed louder and louder.
This was what he deserved, so why couldn't he laugh?
The position of Sect Master should have been his since 700 years ago.