The man was tall and had a resolute face. Although his clothes were stained with blood, it was apparent that he came from a distinguished family and wasn't a common cultivator.
If not, he wouldn't have been able to free himself in such an environment.
But upon hearing the words 'Sword Cultivator,' his face changed, and his expression turned grave.
"Save him." The Sword Cultivator pleaded, looking at the man...
In fact, they belonged to a group, an organization whose purpose was to escort Immortality into the Heaven Martial Continent to approach the imprints of the Investiture of the Gods.
No one expected that, wanting only to leverage the Divine Clan's intervention, they ended up entrapped by the Divine Clan's conspiracy.
The Sword Cultivator understood clearly; they must find an opportunity now.
Murong Nanhe stared at him: "Is the legend true?"
About ten years ago, there was a rumor that Immortality had returned.
