In the somber, deathly still starry sky.
A morning sun rises from the boundary wall of a Minor Thousand World.
This sun is so bright that, even tens of millions of kilometers away, its light and Sword Intent have already arrived here, casting their glow on the two people in the starry sky.
The two, who were locked in battle, come to a halt.
One is a middle-aged cultivator with a majestic posture and heroic appearance, sporting a neatly groomed long beard that reflects an aesthetic trend that was in vogue some ten thousand years ago in the Northern Plains Immortal Cultivation World. At that time, among the male cultivators of the Northern Plains, a long beard was considered beautiful and they were fondly referred to as 'Sir Beautiful Whiskers'.
Back then, if a male cultivator had an impressive beard, it could even attract high-ranking female cultivators to willingly marry down in status.
