Snow no longer fell from the heavens, and early spring had arrived.
Xu Yuan stood atop a suspended stone platform, drawing a chillingly brilliant sword from the Sword Box.
The blade was slender like a willow leaf. The heavenly light that fell upon it shimmered like waves on the surface of water.
Although the system had described it as a sword that survived the fierce battle between the Flame Emperor and the Mother of Thunder, it bore no scars of battle, but rather an indescribable charm.
"Fang Yuan, I know I'm not your match, but one day, I will redeem my honor. Your Illusion Technique is, after all, just a minor skill."
It was only when his opponent spoke that Xu Yuan finally shifted his gaze from the Thunderfire Sword.
It was near noon, and he had already attended the first round of draws at the Sword Hall in the morning.
By coincidence, his opponent was none other than Yun, with whom he shared a past encounter.
