The Grass Whip Reappears (3)

They wanted to return to the Medicine Valley.

Zhao Yu and the others watched the flying boat depart and then changed direction towards the Sword Pavilion.

Although they hadn't fully figured out Han Muye's identity on this trip, they witnessed his swordsmanship.

Such a figure was rare even in the Sword Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Zhao Yu, did Young Master Han really come from the Dao Battlefield?" As they traveled through the void, a Sword Pavilion disciple could not help but ask.

With such methods, such cultivation, and combat power, even the direct disciples of Upper Three Heaven's major sects were nothing more than this.

"That's right. With his age and cultivation, I'm afraid even the number one direct disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Bai Yuming, is inferior to him." A disciple's eyes flickered as he spoke in a low voice.

Zhao Yu shook his head.

He was also confused now.

Fortunately, his confusion did not last long.