"Master... Ruan Xiuxiu?!"
With Yunluan Mountain, Sword Immortal and other terms brushed aside in his mind, Jixia's eyes tightened like an earthquake at this moment.
Memories surged back in his mind.
Making him gradually recall the past, that high ponytail, clad in Demon Hunting Robe, wielding the Yunluan Sword, with brows flashing and radiant like the dazzling sun upon first rise, the girl.
Pei Lvye.
She is Ruan Xiuxiu's disciple?!
Looking at Pei Lvye, who bore a three-point resemblance to Ruan Xiuxiu from the past, clad in the Yunluan Golden Patterned Robe, listening to her words filled with pride and spirit, and the name 'Sword Immortal'.
It was like a thin veil of mist had been lifted.
Giving Jixia some understanding of the current status and fame of 'Ruan Xiuxiu'.
What kind of person is worthy of being called Sword Immortal?
