The people of Chuzhou City looked up at the sky and saw the Sky Vaulting Sword whistle through the heavens.
A figure emerged from the void, sword aura coursing beneath his feet, carrying him forward on a blade.
The newcomer was clad in a light azure robe, spotless and untainted, with a tranquil demeanor, as stately as a pine and as elegant as bamboo. A sword was sheathed on his back, but the most striking feature about him was his head of silver hair, glistening like frost and snow.
He appeared young, but the silver strands carried no trace of age or decay. Instead, they exuded a celestial aura.
"Ji Hua!" The middle-aged man beside Ye Yunke's eyes flared with sharpness.
"So it's him," Ye Yunke said, clearly familiar with the name.
Ji Hua rode his sword through the skies, his silver hair flowing like silk. He looked down toward Wen Ruyu and called out with a smile, "Junior Wen, it's been a long time."
"Brother Ji," Wen Ruyu replied with a smile of his own.
