"The sword Dao of the Xianmen Sect has truly taken root and sprouted..."
Jiang Ding suddenly felt his eyes brimming with hot tears.
It was like carrying a child for ten months, witnessing the birth, hearing the first cry as the baby falls to the ground, a seed breaking through the soil.
In this world, apart from his already silent mother and sister, there was now another person close to his heart.
It was not the panda Hua Xiaohua, nor was it any one person.
It was the sword Dao of the Xianmen Sect!
From this day forth, there would be people walking the same path as him, caring for the growth of the sword Dao, contemplating its development, and dedicating their life's wisdom.
From now on, countless extraordinary individuals from the Xianmen Sect would tread this path, expanding and smoothing out all the thorns on this road bit by bit with unparalleled passion, their blood and bones, humiliation and glory.
