The headmaster of the Divine Sword Sect has not returned, nor has the Heavenly Heart Mountain come back.
In the past few days, Tian Daozi would look up at the sky from the mountain peak every day. On the seventh day, in the sky, a divine sword sliced through the horizon like a meteor, then flew directly towards him. He looked at this divine sword, then stood there in a daze.
"Did not return, did that old man really not come back? So you truly are dead." He lowered his head, but a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye. Did this headmaster truly perish in the end? Yet, he really couldn't bear it, although the time spent together wasn't long, he truly couldn't bear it.
"I must diligently cultivate, very diligently, because I want to become very powerful!" Tian Daozi stood at the mountain peak and then softly spoke to himself.
