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The wind began to blow...
The dust of Remorse Cliff left the earthly realm and transformed into clouds in the sky.
The elder in the green robe swept his sleeves, and the curtain of dust rolled toward the cliff. With this curtain lifted, there appeared a young man sitting in meditation, his eyes firmly closed.
Three feet of Autumn Water was embedded into the cliff's peak, demurely standing to the side.
Yet when touched by sunlight, the blade gleamed brilliantly, dazzling to the eyes, and anyone could tell it was a peerless divine weapon rarely found in the world.
But by its master's side, even a renowned sword...
would merely be a green leaf, how could it dare to compete?
"A fine sword."
Feng Qingyang stared at Autumn Water, then at the young man now seated in meditation, surrounded by Sword Qi, and laughed again, "Remarkable."
"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."
