Drunk Sword Immortal

"Immortal?"

Zhao Shisan's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She, who was obsessed with cultivation, seemed to have never thought about this question.

She glanced at Ye Xiaowei and then turned her gaze to the distant town.

Qingyang Town, the low city walls were crowded with people, creating a dense mass. They eagerly anticipated the return of their heroes.

Zhao Shisan shook her head, seemingly recalling the legendary senior uncle known as the "Eternal First" who, many years later, became a mere relic of history. On Sword Peak, a lone ancient sword awaited his next successor.

"Immortal is probably an irreversible path," Zhao Shisan said with a somewhat gloomy expression, not intending to elaborate on this matter.

"Let's go, back to Qingyang Town."

Although Ye Xiaowei was somewhat exhausted, upon seeing the town ahead, he gritted his teeth and quickly caught up.