Accumulated Feathers Cold Ice Cave, Lonely Sword Peak.
The entire mountain peak resembled a magnified statue of an armless woman, standing tall in the Void.
From a distance, its shape bore a high resemblance to the giant finger of the Void that had appeared before.
Zhou Yan, with folded arms behind his back, gazed at the solitary peak, feeling an unusual sense of peace within. Even now, he could still sense the abundant Lonely Sword Intent contained within, which were the remnants of the Sword Intent left by Ni Chang Fairy.
This form of the Sword Dao, it seemed, had not been first created by Zhou Yan, but had existed a long time ago.
"Zhou Yanxuan, regarding the matter of the Blood Ancestor..."
Currently, facing Zhou Yan, Hou Ting Sect Master had already adjusted his mentality, his words carried a clear cordiality; perhaps not up to the level of respect, yet he treated Zhou Yan as someone to be regarded on an equal footing.
