Bowang City to the southeast.
The night was deep and silent as an abyss.
Li Weiru still leaned against that old tree, which was lush and dense.
There was actually very little left in Bowang City that resembled what he had seen in his youth, and this tree could be considered one of them.
The elderly man held his sword close to his chest, gently flipping through a somewhat old booklet, his face shadowed beneath the branches and leaves.
The four characters on the cover of the booklet read "Jade Essence Interpretation," and the fact was, the old man had not looked at these things for a long time. His swordsmanship was no longer bound by the words on the pages, but when that youth had delivered a copy of Sword of Jade Vain days earlier, the swordsmanship of the entire sect had suddenly surged far ahead.