It seems as though one has withdrawn from the Jianghu, vanishing without a trace.
But would someone who practices the Murder Sword really retire?
Chen Yi did not know nor understand. Coming to Chang'an this time, he had intended to meet with the Broken Swordsman, though it was secondary to the assassination of the Crown Prince.
Chen Yi took a sip of clear tea, his gaze swept across the sea of people, not seeing any sign of the White Lotus Sect. He then returned his eyes to Master Yunzhou.
He spoke slowly, "The True Man's technique is exquisite, may I know where this tea set is from?"
"From thousands of miles away on the sacred palanquin, the tea was brewed by the Empress herself."
The old Daoist answered casually, yet Chen Yi was startled. Though he knew this was relying on Divine Realm Communication for genuine acquisition from afar, he did not expect it to be directly from thousands of miles away.
"Is Divine Realm Communication capable of such feat..."
