South, Nine Peaks Mountain Range, Sword Hut.
This mountain range is famous throughout the world, and the lifelong dream of many swordsmen is to ascend to the peak and look out over the pinnacle of Ten Thousand Zun Mountain. However, that fantastical sacred place actually has a very simple appearance.
On the grassy mountaintop, in the straw hut as plain and unadorned as a cattle shed, Jian Wudao sat quietly inside. The furnishings in the straw hut were also very simplistic, a desk and a few stacks of books.
The desk was extremely rough, as if it had been hewn with a few chops from a tree stump.
Its only advantage was its evenness, extremely even.
At the moment, incense smoke curled up from a burner on the desk as Jian Wudao, with the appearance of an octogenarian with white hair and beard, yet with a complexion as rosy and youthful as a child's, sat with his eyes closed in tranquility.
