A Living Blade, Lingnan Blade Demon!

As the town officials and soldiers erupted in cheers, Bai Xing noticed someone. Twenty li west, a man sat upright atop a cliff. He wore white robes, his long hair cascading like a waterfall and draped casually behind him. His face was fair and beardless, and his entire aura was deeply restrained, without the slightest sharpness one would expect from a blade practitioner. Instead, he possessed the refined, elegant air of a scholar. He was the one who had just struck and slaughtered all those ferocious beast clansmen.