The two were perplexed; they obviously didn't recognize any Master of Sword Pavilion. In their hearts, there was only one such person: their master, Yuan Ziyi.
Jiang Chen coughed. "I met Bai Yun and forged a connection. I will take Bai Yun to join Yuan Ziyi's camp and sincerely learn from her. I hope you can introduce us."
Bai Yun was dumbfounded. What? I barely escaped, and now you want to take me back? Are you insane, or am I? He couldn't understand what Jiang Chen was thinking at all! Yuan Ziyi sharing her own destiny is a problem, can't you see that?
Dao Batian laughed. "Good, Bai Yun. You were once the Wanderers Sword God, and you know many Wanderers. If you join our camp, Master will certainly welcome you."
"My master has always respected you. Otherwise, you would have been killed three hundred years ago. Now, follow us back and join our camp."
Jiang Chen said, "Please lead the way."
