"In that case, I won't hold back," said Old Zhou. "Remember, strong tea, strong tea!" A person with a demeanor like a reclusive monk had a calm expression, nodding slightly, and said: Then he immediately stepped forward. Among the crowd, Lu Yongmei and Xiao Runlin both seemed a bit stiff, watching as a Commander of Troops, who was far above them in status and position, suddenly seemed to become a lifelong friend with Ouyang Guiyuan, who had only just been chased down. They greeted each other familiarly before entering. Xiao Wanqin stepped inside, her complexion was like jade, and her eyes sparkled with brilliance. Her eyes were slightly elongated but remained gentle and mild, looking extremely calm and serene, yet ideas continuously swirled in her mind, unable to settle. However, one thing became increasingly clear, like a night sky clearing of clouds, with the moonlight so clear it was impossible not to notice. Before this, Sword Master An Zhaofeng, although not to be underestimated, was not a difficult opponent to deal with. Both had mutual concerns in their hearts. Ouyang Guiyuan was once a highly esteemed young member of the Ouyang lineage, but after failing twice consecutively, he was stripped of his core disciple status. Their relationship seemed quite good, but even so, people wouldn't take them seriously, because for them, the alliance of these two didn't make any difference. But now, it's different. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, staring at the figure ahead, as if trying to see something in that silhouette. She hadn't encountered Ouyang Guiyuan many times. Given her status, she originally existed in a different world from Ouyang Guiyuan. But even so, she couldn't help but doubt whether the person in front of her was real. How could that Ouyang Guiyuan make the [I Take the Sword] recognize its master? But almost instantly, she dismissed that suspicion. He couldn't be fake, because a similar problem had occurred years ago, bringing great calamity to Sword Forging Valley, gravely injuring its Vital Energy. Since then, any disciple of the Ouyang lineage had to verify their identity and confirm their bloodline as part of the Ouyang family before being allowed to enter the valley; otherwise, they would be killed directly. Since he stood here, he was indeed Ouyang Guiyuan. A complex feeling arose in Xiao Wanqin's heart. When the Sword Master of [I Take the Sword] becomes a disciple of the Ouyang lineage, or when any Divine Weapon belongs to an Ouyang lineage disciple, all previous issues of that disciple would be directly overlooked, and the internal situation of the valley that was previously in a tacit balance would almost instantly be reset. The reason is simple. Because the Valley Master of Sword Forging Valley is Ouyang. The scholar outside the courtyard opened his mouth as if finally recovering from that sharp, unparalleled sword strike, his eyes regaining focus, though there was still a hint of confusion deep within his pupils. The distance was too close. The sword was too fast. So fast that he couldn't even mobilize the Divine Weapon to protect himself, his original Qi Mechanism had already been completely cut off. At that moment, if the person holding [I Take the Sword] had moved slightly forward, his life would have ended instantly. Even if the opponent's Martial Arts were lacking, that was a truly self-recognized Divine Weapon, the power of [I Take the Sword] in his hand far surpassed other Divine Weapons...moreover, this sword strike was executed so perfectly. Was it a coincidence? He raised his hand to touch his right shoulder, where there was a wisp of cut hair, breathed a sigh of relief, and then seemed to realize something, slowly turning his head. In the vast firmament above, thick clouds piled up heavily, yet they were cleaved open from the middle by a sword, straight and sharp, causing pale golden sunlight to spill downward, sweeping across the entire Sword Forging Valley. His eyes widened slightly, thinking of the sword that just shifted from his throat to his shoulder; he felt like a puppet, merely watching the gradually fading sword mark. ...... Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel{f}ire.net After having that meal with Wuxin Tielin, Wang Anfeng returned to the inn where he was staying, knowing that after this parting, Wuxin and Tielin would sort out the Liangzhou City's dossiers at the fastest pace and then return to Heaven Capital City. When they would meet again next was unknowable, nor did he know where it would be. After all, he planned to leave the territory of Great Qin directly, heading northwest to explore beyond the Realm. This thought had already formed after he talked with Li Bo that day. Because that day, Li Bo said that the remnants of Star Palace were forced to withdraw from the Central Plains. This means that if the Star Palace still existed now and hasn't faded away with time, it would definitely leave enough traces and clues outside the Realm, at least. Moreover, both Qunxing Pavilion and Dongfang Ningxin are also outside the Realm. There's now also a White Tiger Hall. With so many reasons in place, the journey beyond the Realm had become imperative, or rather, he could find no reason not to go and see outside the Realm. It's just a pity that traveling outside the Realm is not like within the Great Qin territory; just the Western Regions alone are fraught with various small countries, opposing each other, and far more dangerous than the Central Plains so that he couldn't take Xi Ming with him. This matter was already agreed with Li Bo yesterday, having the old man take the little girl traveling throughout the Great Qin, to see various places.