Li Fan awakened from the vision. The white-haired elder still sat there with his back to him, just as solitary as he had been on the mountaintop in the vision.
Li Fan knelt on the ground and bowed his head. "Disciple Li Fan greets Master Patriarch."
At this moment, how could he still not understand? The elder before him was none other than the Old Blind Man's master.
*A Primordial Spirit transforming into a sword, leaving Li Mountain, entering the Da Li Imperial City to retrieve the Old Blind Man—what kind of grandeur was this? Even a Sword Immortal could not surpass it.*
The elder, whose life was already near its end, had paid the price of his own final culmination to bring back the Old Blind Man.
Li Mountain, Sword Cultivators.
"Will you still learn?" the elder asked.
"I will." Li Fan bowed his head again, then looked up at the elder's back with respect and awe.
