Ghost Hand Sword King, Li Xianqun.
His swordsmanship was breathtaking. Over the decades since his debut, countless people had fallen to his blade. It was only upon the sincere request of the Lu Family Patriarch that he agreed to lower himself to protect a junior, Lu Rugao.
Upon receiving the news, Lu Rugao immediately made her way to Yuncheng Airport to personally welcome the esteemed senior. She had not been at the airport long when she spotted an elder with the air of an immortal walking out from within.
The elder was dressed in a simple gray robe, but the aura emanating from him demanded respect, and no one dared to approach within several meters. A black sword hung at his waist as he moved with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, projecting an awe-inspiring presence without a hint of anger.
"Senior Sword King," Lu Rugao greeted respectfully with a bow.
