The day was drawing near; the swordsman, destined to compete against heaven and earth under the watchful eyes of thousands, had indeed let slip quite a bit of information.
To the vast majority, his was a veritable new name in the Sword Dao pugilistic world, a fresh face with scant record, an unremarkable origin; one could only dig up a bit of his past deeds at West Pond and Yang Family Crossing, involving his role as a government office swordsman and his clashes with the Water Gang, but no more than that.
One knew neither his appearance nor his master, nor the reason why the Two Heavens Theory had chosen him.
But his opponent, the Fourth Prince, had always been conspicuous and clear.
