Continuously influenced by the information returning from the outside world, he fantasized about what the "Sword God" looked like.
Shang Sufeng's expression was somber, his words echoing around Mount Diancang:
"It could be ten years, it could be twenty years, or I might die of old age on this cliff without ever descending."
"Unless I master the Shadowless Divine Sword, I will not seek him out."
...
Luzhou Government, Qingshui Town.
The fierce wind howled, the heavy rain intensifying as if buckets of water were being dumped from the sky!
Within an old house filled with statues and sculptures.
An old man with a sharp gaze sat in front of the courtyard, staring at the long-awaited heavy rain.
From morning till evening.
The still old man suddenly soared up, a streak of sword light following him from the courtyard to the roof!
