"Master, just go with peace of mind!"
The moment a long sword with a cold light pierced his chest, Lin Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.
He gasped for breath, cold sweat soaking the clothes on his back. What is in front of me is not a familiar office, but an antique bamboo house. There were clouds and mist outside the window, and several towering mountain peaks were faintly visible in the distance.
"Is this... Traveling through time?"
A large number of memory fragments suddenly flooded into his mind, and Lin Xuan covered his temples in pain. After a moment, he understood his situation - he had traveled to a fantasy world and became the peak master of Qingyang Sect's sword pavilion.
"Xiao Han... My direct disciple..."
Thinking of the last sword stabbed at him by the boy in white in his memory, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. It was precisely because the original owner trusted this talented disciple too much that he was killed by a sneak attack when he broke through the seclusion.
"Ding! The apprenticeship return system is activated!"
