The next morning, when dawn broke and the first rays of sunshine were shining on the courtyard, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting on the ground, finally opened his eyes.
Many experts of the Heartless Sect had quietly waited up in the air over their Sect.
When Jian Wushuang appeared outside, they all looked toward him with fervent eyes.
Jian Wushuang had become a legend in these experts' eyes.
If he could defeat or kill the Lord of Skywave Prefecture, his myth would continue.
"Swordsman." The Master of Heartless Sect looked at Jian Wushuang.
"It's time to set off," Jian Wushuang said calmly.
There was a wilderness area outside Heartless City
It was very bleak without even weeds, only some stones. People hardly came here, but today it was full of people. Two young men in the crowd were talking.
"Look, the young man with the Long Sword on his back is Swordsman."
"He is Swordsman? He is so young!"
