Chen Changsheng stood at the edge of the pond in silence for a very long time. The strand of sword intent in his eyes continued to linger, and the pain in his eyes caused him to continue to shed tears.
At the moment, he seemed like an idiotic youth who, upon looking at their reflection in the pond, had descended into self-pity.
The sword intent, which had emerged from the depths of the pond, had made him shocked, amazed, and frustrated.
Could this very plain and unremarkable waterfall and pool be the legendary Sword Pool? Otherwise, how could the strand of sword intent emerge from the pool?
Yet, if it really was the case, how had nobody found it in these past several hundred years? It must be known that although this sword intent was elusive and hard to grasp, it was still very distinct.
His frustration arose from ignorance... his own ignorance.
