Chương 1811: Face-slapping, Act Six (1)

The white fairy nodded in satisfaction.

Feng Wu said, "If the sword is here, does it mean that Master Purple Sun is buried here?"

The white fairy nodded. "Of course. But he's long gone by now. You won't be able to meet him."

Feng Wu said, "The master was famous for his Purple Sun Sword, and people went after his Purple Sun Swordplay like a flock of ducks. When all the major sects joined hands to attack him, Master Purple Sun fought his way out with those swordplay skills."

The white fairy said, "I didn't know that the guy was such a legend."

Feng Wu said excitedly, "Master Purple Sun was amazing! He was at least a Spiritual King!"

But the white fairy didn't seem impressed. Even a Spiritual King wasn't special enough for her.

Feng Wu said, "Purple Sun is of the Yang property, and a cultivator with the fire attribute will find the skills quite efficient…"

She then turned to look at the white fairy.