"When I first arrived, I heard Master Xu say he wanted to et the Young Sect Leader of the Sword Sect. Though I wonder what’s so interesting about a Divinity Transformation Sword Cultivator," the man slowly murmured, "but since Master Xu wants to see, I’ll help him out as thanks for honing my sword."
"Ah?" Xu Xi was caught off guard.
Buzz!
Next mont, a crisp sound of sword humming reached his ears.
He felt a gust of wind brush his face, a chill barely grazing his cheek.
"What’s this?" Xu Xi vaguely sensed a sword edge sweeping past him, leaving him stunned.
Because... he was shocked to discover that the demonic qi that had lingered in his eyes for a hundred years, often erupting at night to disturb his peace and agony, had silently and without warning... vanished!
What’s going on?!
In an instant, Xu Xi felt his mind go blank.
Demonic qi vanished, aning... he could see again!
Realizing this, his elental force surged and quickly flowed to his eyes.
Like a desert greeted with spring rain, his dried eyes rapidly moistened, shadowy figures gradually erged.
Xu Xi was regaining his sight, but it would still take so ti.
The old sword cultivator, who had battled for years at the Northern River Border, trembled and choked up, "Thank you... Young Master."
Having survived the perilous Northern River Border for so long, he wasn’t foolish.
Xu Xi understood it must be the Young Master in front of him who expelled the demonic qi from his eyes.
Wanting to see the young Sword Sect leader, the prerequisite was that he had to be able to see...
The help the young master referred to was actually curing his eyes.
Xu Xi’s old but still upright figure now trembled intensely with excitent.
The young man quietly waited beside him.
Monts later, Xu Xi’s eyes, closed for a hundred years, finally opened again.
Upon opening his eyes, he first turned to the young man who had healed him.
In his view was a face matching his expectations—exceptionally young.
Besides that, the face was unexpectedly handso, gazing at him with a smile.
"Thank you, Young Master, thank you, Young Master." Xu Xi repeated these words over and over, unsure of what else to say.
"Paying debts is only right, Master Xu polished my sword, I helped fulfill his heart’s desire as paynt, no need to be overly polite," Lu Qingshan said softly, knowing Xu Xi thought he rely cured his eyes, but had actually fulfilled his heart’s longing.
"How can they be equal... polishing the sword is just a simple task..." Xu Xi murmured, suppressing his voice.
"Master Xu thinks polishing the sword is a simple task, but curing your eyes was just as easy for ," Lu Qingshan replied calmly.
This was indeed true.
The bit of demonic qi in Xu Xi’s eyes was rely a matter of waving a demon-suppressing hand.
"But... but..." Xu Xi still wanted to say sothing.
Boom!
A sudden loud rumble from the sky interrupted his next words.
The earth-shaking roar made the ground of Northern River Border tremble, buildings swayed.
"What is this?" Lu Qingshan’s eyes glead coldly.
"It’s the Demon Race, they’re attacking the city!" Xu Xi looked up and saw black demonic qi swirling in the distant sky.
These dark qi gathered into clouds of black mist.
Xu Xi couldn’t help but murmur, "War has co..."
Only a sufficiently large and powerful Demon Race force could gather to form such dense black mist.
The appearance of such black mist outside the Northern River Border speaks volus.
The war ca suddenly, without warning, unexpectedly like this.
Xu Xi’s voice trembled slightly.
Having fought countless battles at the Northern River Border, he was well acquainted with the Demon Race.
Judging solely by the sight of this demonic qi’s form, he could tell the Demon Race’s forces this ti were unprecedentedly strong!
To know that such overwhelming demonic qi covering the entire horizon hadn’t been seen in Northern River for at least ten thousand years.
Xu Xi never expected to see such a terrifying scene right after regaining his sight.
Almost the instant he saw the demonic qi appear, Xu Xi decisively lifted himself into the air, not even taking the ti to speak with Lu Qingshan before rushing to the Northern River Border walls.
The sa scene played out repeatedly within the Northern River Border.
Streaks of escaping light soared from various places within the Northern River Border.
These lights differed in color, their aura varied in strength, but all carried the sa destination: the walls of the Northern River Border.
Lu Qingshan watched, frowning, uncertain what to think.
After a mont, he too rose skyward, heading for the Northern River Border walls.
He wanted to see what was happening.
....
The demonic qi in the sky was rushing towards the Northern River Border.
"Northern River Border cultivators, today either abandon the city or face destruction!" A cold voice suddenly erged from the swirling demonic mist, enveloping the entire city.
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