The Stream of Life

Wan Shouyi drew back his sword and lowered his head. There was an unmistakable look of shock in his deep eyes as he looked at the elegant and handsome young man.

He thought of the brief time that Ye Futian had been cultivating at Taixuan Mountain. He had entered String Palace to cultivate the guqin arts and had gone to Sword Abyss to study the sword. He had been quiet and unassuming, modest and restrained. He had not fought with anyone.

Who would have thought that this man, who had been cultivating so quietly at Taixuan Mountain, the one whom everyone thought was just a lucky young man, was actually someone who had learned the Famous Songs of String Palace and had completed the second strike of the Fleeting Divine Sword—the Cleave of All Things. He had defeated the genius cultivators of the Divine Capital of Xiling using only his own power.