Xu Xiaoshou was familiar with the Eighth Sword Deity's technique, known as "With Each Poem, A Sword," but he had not experienced its true depth until now.
For in the real world, there were but few who could replicate such mastery.
He could still recall the days when the City Lord Mansion of Tiansang City was home to a young lord renowned for both his poetic verses and his swordplay.
This lord held great admiration for the Eighth Sword Deity and coveted the Ten Sections of the Finger Sword with a burning desire.
Yet, his skill was confined to the blade alone, devoid of poetry, thus lacking the very soul that belonged to his idol, the Eighth Sword Deity, with his famed "With Each Poem, A Sword."
Indeed, the gap between the two was vast, spanning not only time but also mastery.
Even though this young lord had heard the legendary tales of the Eighth Sword Deity and sought to emulate them, he could not quite attain the essence.
