It slowly fell down and stopped in front of a simple thatched hut.

Call it simple.

They are all praising it.

This hut is only surrounded by four curved gray-brown wooden stakes, with a dozen similarly curved, slightly thinner wooden sticks placed on top, and is scatteredly covered with a layer of withered grass, which serves as a roof.

Not so much a hut.

It's better to say it's a shack.

outside room.

Dozens of dead branches twisted in a circle, barely forming a fence.

In the courtyard.

An old man with white beard and hair, a stooped waist, and a face full of grooves, who looked a little frail, stood there quietly, holding a polished wooden stick in his hand, and quietly looked at the strange fog outside.

Said it was watching.

But his eyes were closed.

"Back?"

As if aware of the movement outside, he didn't look back and smiled.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"snort!"

Chongming walked in from the outside angrily.

"Say it first!"

"Next time something like this happens, I won't even kill Chicken Master!"

"No more."

The old man sighed.

"This is the last time."

Said.

He suddenly started coughing violently. Every time he coughed, his waist stooped a little, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

"you……"

Chongming seemed to be well aware of his situation.

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"How long can I last?"

"Ahem..."

The old man coughed for a long time before he stopped, and stroked the wooden stick in his hand with his big, skinny hands.

"Not many days left."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Chicken!"

As soon as Chongming gets angry, he will go out.

"I'll go inside again!"

"No."

The old man shook his head.

"That thing is actually of little use to me. It's of no use to me if I can barely survive for a few years. Besides, it was just a fluke that you came out last time, but that won't be the case this time."

"..."

Chongming stopped talking.

then.

The man in front of me is so handsome, so talented, and yet so aloof and arrogant!

But now...

But it turned out like this!

"or……"

After a while.

It spoke again, with a hint of trembling in its voice.

"Let's go back and take a look?"

"Won't come back."

"Don't you want to see her again?"

"..."

It was the old man's turn to be silent.

His withered face suddenly had a look of reminiscence.

A genius.

A stunning city.

The pair of beautiful people that everyone envied were now separated by endless distances, and it had become a luxury to hope to see each other again.

"Forget it."

After a while.

He shook his head slightly.

"If I show up, I will definitely bring her a lot of trouble. Besides, I look like a ghost now... It's better not to meet her than not!"

"What a pity."

He stroked the stick with some regret.

"The Xuantian lineage, how glorious it is, is about to be ruined in my hands now. I am ashamed of my ancestor, and I am ashamed of... those fellow disciples who died!"

"That bastard!"

Chongming suddenly cursed loudly.

"My disciples, disciples, and grandsons have all been slaughtered by others, and yet I'm still in the mood to hang out outside!"

"Chicken Lord."

The old man's tone was a little serious.

"That's the ancestor."

"hehe."

Chongming sneered.

"When he met me, Master Ji, he was still a scoundrel-headed boy! So what if I scolded him a few times?"

"..."

The old man stopped talking.

Chongming's seniority is too high, and he is indeed qualified to say such things.

"It's not broken!"

Sudden.

Chongming spoke again, staring at him closely, his eyes more serious than ever.

"The Xuantian Sword Head is here!"

"The Xuantian lineage will always be there!"

"Sword head?"

Hearing this title that only existed in his memory, the old man seemed a little uncomfortable.

"The world of mortals is over, how can I still be called the head of the sword?"

"The sword is broken."

Chongming shook his head.

"But you're still here!"

"The Xuantian Sword Head has always been passed down from generation to generation. You have to hold on until you find the next sword head!"

"Speak of it."

It thought about it.
Chapter completed!