Cui Zhaoye watched as the person ascended the stairs, while the youth still stood in his original spot.
She walked forward and withdrew her gaze, smiling, "I've inquired about several Swordbearers, all with very intriguing names, and they are all wearing masks too."
"Really?" Pei Ye turned around and smiled, "I just heard someone mention something about a 'Little Sword Immortal of the Yu Feng Era.' Who is that?"
"He Jiu from Xudao Mountain, one of the most famous genius Swordbearers during the Yu Feng Era. People say, 'Beyond the clouds, there is no sword; within the sword, there lies Poetry.' Among the graceful and splendid sword arts, none can compare," Cui Zhaoye said with anticipation. "I've only read about this Sword Talent in the Sword Manuals. It was said that when the envoy from the Southern Country went to the capital, he saw this person and remarked, 'The grandeur of the Tang Dynasty, discerned through a single sword.'"