Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Heaven Sword Peak.
A lone figure stood, a young face but with hair graying at the temples, eyes full of vicissitudes, betraying a sense of lonely solitude.
Xu Yang stepped forward calmly, upon seeing him he sighed, "Dao friend!"
A soft sigh called back his attention.
Li Cangwu turned around, smiling, "Ten years apart, Xuanyuan's demeanor is even more extraordinary. Cangwu is far from your equal."
Xu Yang shook his head, offering consolation, "The man is gone, those living should be like this, Dao friend, you must take care!"
Li Cangwu gave a faint smile, noncommittal, with these words only, "I have accepted the challenge of a sword duel from the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion. Three months from now, atop the Canglang Ruins, I will fight the Sword Disciple to the death, to settle victory and defeat!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Xu Yang also fell silent for a long time before finally asking, "What are your chances?"
"I do not know!"
