Chapter 518 - Nurturing Everything Noiselessly

In the ensuing days, two more people had visited the Zhao Garden.

He said directly before the chief monk had a chance to speak, “Not Fu Wang.”

The Chief Monk of the Net-Perception Temple departed in disappointment.

It looked like Cao Yuan had figured out the true nature of that sword light.

With this thought in his mind, Jing Jiu said, “Not Fang Jingtian.”

The representative from the Windy-Broadsword Church left in contentment.

Autumn was over and winter arrived. Zhaoge City received snowfall.

Winter is here, so spring is not far away.

This was a heartrending statement.

It was snowing in Zhaoge City; it was also snowing in the south.

The white cat crouched beside him, looking rather submissive.

Cold Cicada crouched beside the cat, looking even more submissive.

Jing Jiu uttered “hmm” faintly.

Gu Qing fell silent.

He was present when Jing Jiu gave a no to those two names.

If Senior Master Fang Jingtian wouldn’t be the next sect master, who could be?

“What are your thoughts on this issue?” Jing Jiu asked Gu Qing.

Gu Qing recalled the scene many years ago.

It was impossible for him to become the sect master.

More importantly, Yuan Qing could continue to suppress Fang Jingtian.

It was impossible for Gu Qing to erase that scene from his memory.

Jing Jiu’s reply interrupted Gu Qing’s inference and wonderful thoughts of the future.

“Yuan Qijing doesn’t want to become the sect master.”

All in all, he was unwilling to be the sect master.

He closed his eyes, starting to cultivate by meditation.

Ada shot him a glance, thinking that he had to show Jing Jiu more respect from now on.

As such, he didn’t jump onto Jing Jiu’s head.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes, and looked at the horizon beyond the ocean of clouds.

Tianguang Peak was the highest peak among the nine peaks.

Of course, that person was not present.

Only six peak masters were qualified to stand there; why did he stand there?

Yuan Qijing waved his hand.

The Great Formation of Green Mountain opened a passage.

Everybody looked in that direction.

Pah!!!

Under the stone monument.

He had bidden farewell to many sect masters.

But, it was different this time nonetheless.

…

The sword bracelet on his wrist suddenly started to shake.

At the Thousand Mile Windy Corridor.

The wind had been blowing for tens of thousands of years.

All of a sudden, she saw a scene, and her face turned pale instantly.

A horse-drawn carriage was approaching amid the hills.

A piece of slow and upbeat flute music came out from inside the carriage.

The Three-Foot Sword.

The Zither Sword.

The Sword of Absolute Emptiness.

The Sword of the Returning Sun.

The Tide Sword.

The Thoughtless Sword.

The Lone Sword at the distant Thousand Mile Windy Corridor.

Hundreds of flying swords in the sky.

And that sword.

All the swords faced the sheath on the stone monument quietly.