He did not mind it, nor did he ever correct it.
"As a Sword Cultivator, the only thing one can rely on in this world is the sword in one's hand."
"You want to go to the Xuantian Continent?"
"It's simple. As long as you defeat any Puppet with the sword in your hand, you too can leave. I'll wait for you outside."
Having said this,
he did not linger, striding across the Imperial Palace Square towards the outside of the palace. Fat Long and the others hurriedly followed with icy expressions, taking wide steps. Along the way, all the Imperial Guards they encountered knelt on one knee, bowing their heads to send him off.
The Eight Great Tributors of Da Xia, originally perched on the eaves, had now landed in the square, withdrawing their Protective Spirit Qi and bowing their heads in respect.
No one spoke.
The entire scene was solemn, with a hint of desolation.
Not until—
