Li Chijin stood atop the grey-white towering city wall, gazing down at the surging flock of beasts without a word.
Time had not left any marks on his face; he still had the appearance of a youth, only his demeanor was substantially more mature.
After battling in the Southern Border for five years, Li Chijin's swordsmanship had become increasingly proficient. He had mastered several sword techniques of his sect and had made quite a name for himself—everyone knew that Qing Sui Peak had produced a young Sword Immortal, his swordsmanship extraordinarily formidable.
Wiping the blood off his longsword, Li Chijin took a deep breath facing the rising sun and exhaled a puff of pure white spiritual energy from between his lips and teeth.
"This Yi Shan City really is sturdy."
The disciple from Green Pond Sect standing behind him, with a smile in her voice and the magic artifact beads in her hand floating up and down, was none other than Deng Qiuzhi.
