The long wind stretches for thousands of miles, and the sword hangs over Beicang.
Blowing further, stars fall like rain.
Not a single person in Beicang City dared to speak.
The Martial Emperor Xu Su's face was hard to look at.
Fortunately, Li Qiubai did not push his advantage but withdrew in time.
A lone sail fades into the endless sky.
The great ship gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
Yet this scene, this person, lingered in their hearts.
For the next ten years, they would not forget, nor would they in a hundred.
.....
The great ship leisurely broke through the waves.
Li Qiubai's mood seemed heavy, just as he was about to speak, he noticed something.
He turned to look.
At the bow, Lu Qingshan was silent, his eyes slightly closed, his spirit wandering beyond the heavens.
A formless aura was swirling around him.
"Sword Meditation." The Sword Immortal discerned Lu Qingshan's state.
