The carriage stopped at Cyan Mountain, and Su Chen walked into the pavilion, sitting down opposite the empty white robe.
Before him was the Celestial Will of this Human World.
Su Chen had come to slay it.
He had thought this would be a battle to the death.
He never expected the Celestial Will to try and stop him, to persuade him to turn back from his misguided path.
"In all of history, only the Wind Snow Sword Immortal has been granted the honor of making the heavens themselves pay a personal visit..."
The Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master knew the inside story. He led his subordinates as they watched from a distance, his heart surging with emotion. He felt that no matter the outcome, he was about to witness history.
Nearby,
Chen Xuan sat with the carriage, completely baffled.
He couldn't understand who this white-robed figure was, why it was empty yet could speak, or why it made the Wind Snow Sword Immortal treat it with such gravity.
"Who is that?"
