"I don't know where my junior master-uncle has gone either, I don't even know what he looks like now. All I know is that he was the last disciple of our master, and much younger than me."
Li Rong said, "My master told me that our grandmaster thought my master was suitable to be the leader, while my junior master-uncle was suited to be the 'Dragon Slayer's blade', so my junior master-uncle has always been 'sharpening the edge'."
Li Chengyang was startled, "Sharpening the edge? What does that mean?"
"It means exactly that," explained Li Rong. "To sharpen the blade with human bodies, to wash the blade with human blood."
Li Chengyang: "......"
With a splatter—in a war-torn region of Central Asia, a young man with a stern face chopped off a mercenary's head with ease, as if slicing through a melon.
His blade was exceedingly light and thin, so thin that when sheathed, the blade would still quiver slightly.
