"Sect Leader!"
Everyone present recognized the old man and bowed, calling out to him.
The newcomer was none other than the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. Zhao Rui had met him once when he first came to the mountain with Daoist Yu.
Even back then, he had seemed frail and on the verge of death, as if afflicted by some illness.
Looking at him now, the aura of impending death was even stronger. His face was as pale as paper, completely devoid of color.
The Sect Leader nodded, then turned to look at Zhao Rui, a relieved smile on his face. "The Sword Guardian truly lives up to his reputation. If not for your help, young friend, I fear the Qingcheng Sword Sect would not have survived. On behalf of everyone in the Qingcheng Sword Sect, this old Daoist thanks you..."
He was only halfway through his sentence when he broke into a violent coughing fit, a trickle of blood even seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Sect Leader! Sect Leader!"
