482 SWORD IMMORTAL (7)

 It wasn't until now that Xi Feng realizes that his teacher did not even move all this while.

Through all the sword light and enchanting sword moves, not even once that his teacher move or forced to move back from his position.

He is still leaning on that tree, as the petals of that tree, slowly falls down, brushing on his teacher black robe.

Azief then put the branch of stick beside him.

'Xi Feng greet Master'

As he kowtowed again. Azief closes his eyes as he tries to digested all he understands from his enlightenment before.

As he closes his eyes, Xi Feng look at his teacher. Sitting there with old clothes and unkempt hair and large beard he should look like a pathetic man.

But, instead he felt empty and vast.

His face was handsome, but his gaze before was indifferent and deep as though he went through many lifetimes and experienced the mortal world many times over