"Saint, Sword fanatic."
As White Mitchell looked at the name emerging from the ancient stele, his understanding of the Sword Dao seemed to have ascended to a new level.
Following that, the scene before his eyes changed once again.
In the World of Martial, there was a little beggar named White Mitchell who lived his days in a daze. His parents passed away when he was very young and since then, he had been living a life without any support. Every day, he would beg for food on the street, then find somewhere to rest.
Since childhood, White Mitchell had a dream. That dream was to become a powerful martial artist. He had heard that as long as one became a martial artist, one could exorcise demons and protect oneself and the people around them. This dream inspired him and made him forge onwards.
