"In the north there's a beauty, peerless and independent. A glance from her can topple an entire city, another glance can shatter a country. But she is oblivious to the destruction she causes, and such beauty is hard to come by again."
Inside the South Sky Gate Space Station, Federal Marshal Li Anbang watched Ji Xinghe skillfully wield the Cutting Heart Blade.
His mood was better than ever.
He recited a poem, as though in agreement with the astonishment expressed several hours ago, when Ji Xinghe changed his mech and single-handedly took on three opponents, people described him as: peerless and independent.
But even such a compliment from the Federal Marshal seems insufficient for Ji Xinghe at this moment.
Li Anbang, now sixty-five years old, still had a booming voice.
"One stroke brings down a city, another shatters a country. Ji Xinghe's Cutting Heart Blade, what a dazzling display, truly a country-shattering blade."
