The Divine Sun Sword, replicated by the Thousand Mysterious Mirror, hung at his waist as he sat cross-legged on a wine gourd, flying over ten thousand meters above the ground, where the white clouds continuously receded below him.
With the gentle breeze blowing, his old cape fluttered behind him.
Squinting his eyes, he looked ahead and reminisced about the past.
Ning Zongtang remembered when he was a child, he was just an ordinary disciple of the Emperor Immortal Sect, like everyone else, he had to complete many daily tasks to improve his strength and earn Merit Points for the Sect, which could be exchanged for stronger sword techniques.
When he first joined the Emperor Immortal Sect, he had only one thought, and that was to become a master of the Sword Dao.
Imagine, a man with a sword and a flask of wine, roaming the martial world – how delightful would that be?
That was a dream many young people in this world yearned for.
Ning Zongtang was no exception back then.
