"Hehe, haven't you always said that you're my Martial Nephew? Then it's normal for me to wait for you here."
Hearing Han Muye's words, the old man with the black piece turned around and chuckled.
Zhao Yujing.
This old man in a green robe with a smile on his face was the owner of Imperial View Sword Shop, the sword cultivator who had died outside.
"I can guess. There can't be so many coincidences in the world. It's impossible for an ordinary sword to cross the land of the Dao Competition to come here."
Han Muye looked at the figure sitting opposite Zhao Yujing with a white chess piece in his hand and shook his head with a wry smile. "Should I call you Fifth Uncle Jia, or should I call you Endless Divine Venerable?"
Endless Divine Venerable!
The person who could directly guide Han Muye away from the Dao Competition and play chess with the master of the Six-Story Sword Pavilion was naturally the master of the Endless Sea.