The Ghost Valley was deep and unfathomable.
An old man wearing a sheepskin coat sat on the mountaintop.
His beard and hair were half white.
He was resting under a tree with his eyes closed.
In the distance, a few white sheep were leisurely eating grass.
The old man was holding a sheep whip in his hand.
The whip was extremely ordinary and worn out.
It was as if it would break with just a light pull.
A gentle breeze blew, and the old man's disheveled, half-white hair swayed slightly in the wind.
"Why are you here instead of protecting the Empress Dowager?”
the old man said softly with his eyes closed.
It was as if he was talking in his sleep.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a fiery red figure walked out from behind a rock in the distance.
The slit of her fiery red dress was extremely high.
It was the Yin Yang School's Great Si Ming who had lost the Empress Dowager.
Great Si Ming walked out from behind the rock and stood in front of the old man, looking at him.
This old man had no internal energy fluctuations, as if he was really an ordinary old man.
Just like the whip in his hand, it would disappear with a slight movement.
However, Great Si Ming didn't dare to be careless or underestimate him.
Two of the top swordsmen in the world were the disciples of this old man.
This was someone on the same level as Donghuang.
He was not someone she could provoke!
"Did Phantom Valley take in a new disciple?”
Great Si Ming asked.
"Ge Nie Wei Zhuang has been out of the mountains for many years.”
The old man in the sheepskin coat said indifferently.
"I mean new disciples!"
"How can there be a new disciple? This old man is already on the verge of death. How can I have the energy to take in another disciple?”
Great Si Ming frowned.
"Then who else knows the Hundred Steps Flying Sword of the Unhindered Sword Technique?”
The old man revealed a smile, as if he was confident and disdainful.
"The Crisp Sword Art was created by this old man. Other than my disciple, no one knows it.”
Great Si Ming was even more confused.
She knew that with this old man's status, he would not lie to her.
If the Cross Sword Technique was not taught to outsiders, then what was with that man in black?
That wound was indeed caused by the Hundred Steps Flying Sword. She was confident that she would not be mistaken about this.
"But now someone knows how to do it."
Great Si Ming looked at him and said.
"Yes."
The old man didn't seem surprised.
"The Empress Dowager was kidnapped, but she was rescued halfway. That person was using the Hundred-step Flying Sword of the Criss-cross Sword Art.”
The old man didn't move and said," It wasn't done by my Ghost Valley.”
"But…"
"Let's go back!"
Great Si Ming was interrupted by the old man.
She looked at the old man who had yet to open his eyes, pursed her red lips, and turned to leave.
The mountaintop fell silent again.
There was only the sound of sheep chewing on grass.
After Great Si Ming left, the old man slowly opened his eyes.
He looked up at the blue sky.
White clouds bloomed in the sky.
" A variable…is about to appear…"
Suddenly, he picked up the sheep-driving whip in his hand and gently whipped it behind a distant rock.
The stone did not move at all, and the sheep whip in his hand did not break.
"Plop."
A corpse fell behind the rock.
He was dressed in black and was split into two halves from the middle.
"Meh…"
A few white sheep suddenly cried out as they looked at the corpse, their eyes turning scarlet.
The old man smiled and waved his hand.""Go ahead."
A few white sheep rushed to the side of the corpse and started to eat heartily.
The old man stroked his beard and looked at the white sheep that was eating with relish.
His smile was kind and amiable.
In a large hall.
The hall was extremely spacious.
A tall figure stood on the high platform with his back facing the crowd below.
His entire body, including his head, was wrapped in a black robe.
Runes flashed in the void in front of him.
Flickering, changing constantly.
They interweaved into various different patterns and complicated patterns.
Suddenly, he turned around.
His face could not be seen in the black robe and hood that wrapped around him.
There was nothing inside the hat!
He turned around, and the people below the stage all lowered their heads, not daring to look at him again.
"The Empress Dowager of the Qin Country has gone missing!"
An empty voice rang out in the hall.
The sound seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to tell where it came from.
"The Empress Dowager is missing?"
An old man with a hunched back said in surprise.
"Great Si Ming was ordered by Your Excellency to protect the Empress Dowager. Could it be that there was an accident?”
A young man who looked like a porcelain doll spoke.
"Variant!"
The empty voice sounded again.
"Variant?"
Everyone was puzzled and muttered.
The black-robed man didn't explain. Instead, he ordered,""Astral Souls."
The porcelain doll-like youth said respectfully,""Yes!"
"Tell Great Si Ming to let her come back. The Empress Dowager's disappearance was not something she could find!”
"Yes." Xing Hun replied.
With that, he left the hall.
"Young Master Siming."
The empty voice sounded again.
A veiled beauty in the hall replied,""Yes."
"Tell Yueshen to choose a day to come out of seclusion.”
The girl called Great Si Ming nodded and said,""Yes."
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