The Master and Servant Reunite To Feng Kuohai’s Horror

On Mingjing Lake, a young man in white knelt on one knee before Ye Chen. The sword he carried on his back was shaking while there was a hum that came out of it.

The change of event that came out of nowhere shocked everyone. They could not snap back to their senses for a long time as if they had turned into rocks.

"Master, it's really you!"

A teardrop fell from the corner of the young man's eye. It dripped into the lake with an extraordinarily clear sound. As the young man closed his eyes, countless memories of all sorts surged within him.

In the early years when he had still been a sword, he was a low-grade flying sword which grade was the lowest in the cultivation world. It was his master who took him everywhere he went until his spirit grew slowly in him.

The journey went on for 3,000 years. His master used him to fight enemies and comprehend Sword Dao besides using his own spiritual energy to feed him.