Master?
Han Muye nodded.
This was what he had been waiting for.
Beside Han Muye, the young man also nodded.
A smile spread across Zhang Yu's face as he raised his hand, thrusting a sword towards the portrait in front of him.
On the portrait, a surge of sword energy clashed with the blade, splitting open a door several feet wide.
Within that doorway, traces of sword energy flickered.
Threads of green steps extended from the doorway.
Zhang Yu turned around with a solemn expression.
"Whether you can gain the recognition of the master and inherit the swordsmanship depends on your talent and luck."
With that, he took a step back and bowed slightly to the gate in front of him.
Han Muye tidied his clothes and cupped his hands at Zhang Yu. Then he took a step forward and stood on the stone steps.
With each step, Han Muye could feel the power of sword intent emanating from the steps colliding with him.
