"Brother Zhang Xing, this is my token. If you take it, it will be as if I am here personally."
"The disciples of the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain Sect will not dare to disobey you."
"I will leave the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain Sect to you in the future!"
As Wu Mei spoke, he gave Zhang Xing a jade short sword that was two inches long and one inch wide.
Zhang Xing received it with both hands and kept it solemnly.
"Brother, don't worry. As long as I, Zhang Xing, am alive, I will not let your disciples suffer any grievances."
"Good!
Good!
Good! "
Wu Mei stroked his beard with his right hand and said 'good' three times in a row.
"Oh, right. Brother Zhang Xing, when you go out, give the Sacred Sword to Wan Zhongshan."
"He is a good person, but he is good at defending his achievements and not aggressive enough. Giving it to him can increase his prestige and help him manage the sect."
"Also, don't mention my existence. I am afraid that if they spread it around, it will cause unnecessary trouble."
Zhang Xing nodded and learned about the legendary battle between him and the Dark Rider.
It turned out that the rumors were wrong. There was a great battle, and the one who fought with him was not an ordinary Dark Rider, but a Dark Rider.
He was also a One-Star Saint.
Human Saints were the same as Supremacies. They were divided into nine stars. One-Star to Three-Star was the Beginner Realm, Four-Star to Six-Star was the Intermediate Realm, and Seven-Star to Nine-Star was the Advanced Realm.
As for the realm above, Wu Mei did not mention it, and Zhang Xing did not ask.
He was only a One-Star Supremacy now. He was still far away from the Saint Realm, so he did not have the heart to ask.
Wu Mei's One-Star Battle Saint Realm was far from the Dark Rider's One-Star Battle Saint Realm.
He had always been on the receiving end of a beating. He had been beaten from the west of the Damo Kingdom to the south, and then from the south to the east.
In the end, he could not win and was killed by the Dark Rider's innate skill, the Dark Blade.
Wu Mei thought that the Damo Kingdom had fallen, and the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain had been erased.
But at this moment, a young man descended from the sky.
Behind him was a dark blue holy dragon. It only used one move to shatter the dark holy knight into pieces and scatter his soul.
Eyebrow-Less's soul was only able to be saved in time.
The young man had no choice but to store the remaining soul in a set of wooden fish.
This wooden fish was a Saint Weapon. It was the defensive treasure that the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain had relied on to survive for thousands of years.
Wu Mei had placed a strand of his Divine Sense into the Holy Sword in advance. He wanted to leave a seed for the fated human to obtain it.
But he didn't expect to die so quickly.
However, the young man only glanced at the sword before throwing it into the mountain.
He also left a message that the one who could pull out the sword was the owner of the sword.
The world did not know about this and thought that it was Wu Mei's last wish.
However, Wu Mei had never objected to it, and he didn't dare to.
To be able to kill a One Star Dark Sacred Knight with a casual wave of his hand, what kind of realm was that?
However, Wu Mei had never heard of such an important person on the Holy Dragon Continent.
However, since he had made his move, then the Da Mo Kingdom and the Mountain Range would be safe.
Wu Mei's spiritual sense had been monitoring the mountain gate for decades.
Later, he heard from the disciples that the Dark Tribe was almost completely wiped out by the young man and his Holy Dragon.
The Dark Tribe had no choice but to open a space-time tunnel and escape back to their world.
After that, the young man seemed to have disappeared into thin air for more than a hundred years. There was no news of him.
Sword Saint Wu Mei let his spiritual sense fall into a deep sleep. Every hundred years, he would wake up to see if there were any outstanding disciples in the mountain gate.
Unfortunately, he didn't find a single one.
Just like that, a thousand years passed.
Until today, Sword Saint Wu Mei seemed to see the shadow of the young man from back then in Zhang Xing.