"Li, today we visited the city and saw the ruins of a battlefield from thousands of years ago!"
Guan Xiaoshun shared today's itinerary with Li Muyang, his eyebrows animated with excitement.
"There is a broken bridge in the center of the city, and the ground beneath the bridge is split, revealing a gorge a kilometer long, said to have been cut by a Sword Immortal during the Ancient Times."
"When we approached that gorge, we could faintly feel the intense Sword Qi of the Path of Immortality, peerless and awe-inspiring, deterring us from getting too close."
"A sword fell, and the Sword Qi remains undispersed after a thousand years, truly astonishing."
"The cultivators from the mythical age of the Ancient Times were really formidable!"
"If only we had been born in the Ancient Era."
Guan Xiaoshun marveled, his eyes filled with longing.
