After leaving Jian Yun in Hongyue's care, Yun Lintian made his way through Nine Firmament City, Linlin and Qingqing perched comfortably on his shoulders. The city bustled with activity—merchants hawked their wares, cultivators trained in open courtyards, and children laughed as they played near fountains.
But Yun Lintian's mind was elsewhere.
The Human Emperor Sword...
Fan Shen had left it to him before his death, a final act of repentance. But the sword was broken, its blade shattered into two pieces. If he wanted to return it to the Profound Continent as promised, he needed it repaired.
And there was only one person in Nine Firmament City who could do that…
The outer district of the city was quieter, the streets lined with elegant courtyards reserved for honored guests. At the end of a winding path, surrounded by blooming peach trees, stood a modest but well-kept residence.
This was Tie Muqiu's home.
