"Grandpa, are you an immortal from heaven?"
The little boy walking in front wearing linen clothes, a linen hat, straw shoes, and a straw rope tied around his waist asked numbly.
"Immortal? Hahahahaha, old man, I am not an immortal, I am just a stronger mortal."
The old man looked up at the sky, with a hint of helplessness in his brows, and looked at the little boy with a little more hope.
The thin young man walked in the world of cultivation, carrying a broken sword behind him, but always holding the knife in his hand. His sword skills were superb, but no one knew that the young man who never drew a sword had more sword intent than sword intent.
No one knows when the boy will draw his sword, everyone is looking forward to it...
