The Five Classifications of Swordsmanship

"Jian Qinsheng, that obstinate fellow? Let's take a detour around him. If we bump into him, we will end up wasting a great deal of time. Right now, I only want to meet Zhang Xuan."

Sword Saint Meng nodded in agreement.

"Alright."

Knowing that an encounter with Jian Qinsheng would probably dredge up all of their old grudges and stall them significantly, the middle-aged man tapped his feet lightly.

The aerial saint beast that they were riding on immediately dived into the clouds, disappearing without a trace.

"Hmm?"

In the portable room on the Cloudlight Saint Beast, a deep frown suddenly appeared on Jian Qinsheng's forehead.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xuan asked.

Under normal circumstances, no one would keep their Spiritual Perception active at all times, so he did not notice the saint beast ahead of them diving into the clouds.