The flash of the blade was misty and ethereal, as if derived from thousands of years ago. Duan Mingcheng felt as though the Snow God Palace was being rebuilt before his eyes; He was seeing that no one dared to defy Wulin's commands, seeing the Man-God Border being broken, seeing the climb to the apex and seeing the loving couple fly away and much more. He was so immersed in the scene's immeasurable beauty and sweetness that he couldn't pull himself out.
He was in a dreamy state, yet when the light disappeared, so did the people. Duan Mingcheng had a rude awakening. What ensued was indescribable depression, and he wanted badly to go back to the dream.
"Alas, Master's bladesmanship is marvelous and it got through to my heart. I'm unafraid to say that it's much more superior to my own skills."
