In the Hands of the Old Ones

This old scholar was the senior master of the One-Cottage House who had taken Liu Shisui away from his village years ago.

What he said was a remark of sentiment, not one that Liu Shisui was supposed to answer.

Liu Shisui climbed out from the rocky crack, glancing at the sword light on the horizon.

The old scholar took out a brush pen, dipped it in the clean water in the river, and wrote a few words in the air.

His and Liu Shisui's body vanished from the original spots along with a flash of green light.

Soon afterwards, two sword lights had landed by the river valley one after another.

Two middle-aged Cultivation practitioners appeared. One of them was an elder of Bihu Peak on the Green Mountain, Lei Ming, who was in the middle state of Free Travel, and the other man was Qian Sizai, a highly achieved swordsman from the West Ocean Sword Sect.