Hostel, the guest hall.
Exalted Vajra and Universal Literary Vajra sat on chairs and both stood up upon hearing footsteps.
"No need for formalities, masters."
The elegant young man in white entered with a beaming smile on his face.
Universal Literary Vajra, looking at the young man before him, exclaimed, "My lord, we meet again."
Who could have imagined that the Ghost Swordsman hidden behind the mask would be such a young man?
An Jing bowed with his fists clasped and said, "Due to unavoidable reasons, I hope the master won't blame me."
Universal Literary Vajra had initially been willing to lend him a helping hand, something he had always remembered.
Universal Literary Vajra smiled and said, "My lord, concealing your identity must be due to some unspeakable difficulties; I understand."
An Jing turned to Exalted Vajra, his eyes lit up, "Master Exalted's spirit is abundant, and his soul energy seems to be almost realigning. It seems the Four Qi Realm is not far off."