Listening to the young man's story, Zhao Dong felt a surge of sympathy. Betrayal was horrifying enough, but to be betrayed by the one you loved and trusted most… not everyone could withstand that kind of blow.
"Fellow Daoist, you appear to be only a few years older than me, yet your experiences are truly heartbreaking," Zhao Dong said bitterly. "If you don't mind, may I address you as Senior?"
"HAHAHAHA… as you wish!" the young man replied magnanimously.
Zhao Dong bowed. "I still do not know your name, Senior."
"Su Li," the young man said indifferently.
Su Li!? Why does that name sound so familiar?
Zhao Dong's eyes narrowed in thought before suddenly flying wide open. "Could it be that you are the legendary Sword Immortal Su Li from back then?" he exclaimed. "The Sword Immortal Su Li who defeated countless masters across the four eastern provinces with a single longsword, striking such fear into them that none dared to call themselves a Sword Cultivator anymore!?"
