On a throne carved from dragon-entwined gold, a white-browed elder sat with the gaze of a man who looked down upon the entire world. Surrounded by swirling spiritual mists, he appeared like an immortal True Immortal.
Elder Dong flashed into existence from mid-air, bowed to the elder, and handed over a crystal scroll.
"To think Meng Xinghun managed to find such a prodigy of the sword; he has certainly won some prestige for his branch."
Chapter 39