A single blade of grass, a single sword.
In his past life, he had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
No wonder, in his memories, Mingzu instructed her to pierce through the Turtle Scales.
Such an existence from a past life, few would dare approach. An Immortal Sovereign walking the path of the sword, seen from different perspectives, could be perceived as different Immortal Swords, embodying different Sword Intents.
Even a glance could feel as though one would be sliced apart by a sword. Those who had not reached Stepping Sky Six-fold wouldn't dare speak in the presence of such a being.
Only her foolhardy husband, either oblivious or thick-skinned, still wished to hold her hand.
Su Huanian's lips curved slightly into a smile, which aggravated his chest injury, causing a furrow in his brow as he pushed open the door and entered the thatched cottage.
