Atop the city wall of Sword Casting City, Ye Sui'an stood, watching the towering sword lights taking to the sky and the approaching swordsmen elders who commanded these lights. This sight, he thought, would likely be etched into his memory forever.
In the blink of an eye, the city wall was already filled with flying swords.
Some of the swordsmen were old and frail, some had physical disabilities, and some had not much time left... Yet when they grasped a sword, the spirit they exuded was unmistakably that of a swordsman!
As that one-eyed swordsman had said, the spirit of us sword cultivators is unparalleled in the world!
If you wish to take this Sword Casting City...
Have you sought permission from my sword?
Though Sword Casting City is a retirement city, it doesn't mean anyone can meddle with it at will.
Just like that saying on Earth — Who presumes to inquire whether the elderly are still capable of a meal?
All foreign races outside the city must be killed!
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