Qin Wentian stared at the person walking away, he involuntarily called out, "Why don’t the swords slay you?"
"I am a sword, why would the swords slay me?" That person softly replied, his words causing a look of contemplation to flash upon Qin Wentian’s countenance.
I am a sword, why would the swords slay me?
He is a sword?
Qin Wentian stood in his original spot, not daring to move a muscle.
The sword intent permeated the air, locking down on him. As long as he moved, the swords would definitely slay him. Needless to say, such a feeling felt extremely threatening, but also exceedingly marvellous in a sense. He could clearly feel each and every sword that existed in the sword forest.
But even so, what did he have to do to walk through this place?
