Throughout this year, the Purple Essence Ore vein has been generally calm, as if those mysterious cultivators were truly deterred by Xu Ping's reputation and dared not recklessly invade again.
The miners gradually got used to this reclusive Elder Yan.
Although he rarely intervened in the daily affairs of the ore vein, just having him around inexplicably comforted everyone.
The forbidden area of the Purple Essence Ore vein, the underground chamber beneath a luxurious hall.
In the center of the chamber, Xu Ping held a gleaming blue magical sword, his figure as fluid as a dragon or phoenix, with an overpowering aura like the sea.
His movements seemed slow but were actually as fast as lightning, with sword moves as dense as clouds, continuous and flowing naturally like water.
The sword light traced brilliant arcs in the air, radiating dazzling splendor, as if it would slice the space into countless fragments.
