After a dozen breaths, Cao De'an, unable to shake off his pursuer, turned into a red cloud in the sky, bidding farewell to this world for good.
Hou Niao turned his head to look at the silent Sword Cultivator behind him, "What's your surname?"
The Sword Cultivator hesitated slightly but spoke nonetheless, "Shi Le."
"Which State did you learn swordsmanship in?"
"You saved the wrong person, I am not a cultivator from the Shan Sect. Jinxiu is vast with a hundred flowers in bloom, you don't really think that Quanzhen Sect is the only Sword Sect, do you?"
Hou Niao felt rather headache-inducing, as he genuinely didn't know.
According to his logic, this Shi Le should've been a member of the Sword Cultivators from the Shan Sect who hadn't developed their Sword Consciousness and were unable to wield Flying Swords; whether he had turned to banditry or was wandering elsewhere, he couldn't escape the suspicion of having defected from the Shan Sect.