As spring returned, all things were revived.
Spring breezes gently blew the leaves, causing rustles to be heard. It was a scene full of vitality.
Ou Yangming saw Mount Return Sword from afar. The peak was like a longsword that had been pulled out of its scabbard and was stained with blood. It faintly displayed an indescribable sharpness.
As he bent his finger and grabbed, he instantly got hold of a hint of sword Qi in the air. It went through his pores and entered his meridians.
Ou Yangming closed his eyes and felt it for a moment. He chuckled and remarked, "It really is a little strange. The sword Qi hasn't dissipated for 10,000 years?"
Not long after, Ou Yangming came to the corner of the peak. He raised his head and looked up. The precipice was steep like a smooth mirror. An ordinary person would not be able to climb up at all.
