"The Cao Gang Leader has fallen?"
"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal... he made a move!"
At Jiangling Crossing, those who witnessed the entire event stared with wide, horrified eyes at the figure striding away across the river.
The tenth-ranked master on the Celestial List... was he not even worthy of forcing him to draw his sword?
So this was the Wind Snow Sword Immortal!
"He... has grown stronger again."
The Vice Gang Leader of the Cao Gang watched the Wind Snow Sword Immortal depart, his gaze complex.
He wore black armor.
A Dual First Grade.
One hand rested on the hilt of his saber.
His name was Wun Sandao. In the Second Year of Xuanlong, in Jinjiang City, he'd had the honor of crossing blades with the man who was then still the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster.
Back then, though terrified, he'd still harbored the courage to try and catch up. But now, the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster had become the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, and Wun Sandao could no longer even see his back.
