As time passed, the Sword Dao discussion in the Cloud Palace had been going on for 100,000 years.
The peach blossoms were still the same, and the little peach tree spirit from back then had already become graceful and graceful.
The two people under the tree seemed to never know fatigue, and even the peach branches on the peach tree were almost completely bent.
'Stop fighting already. If you keep fighting, I'm going to lose all my hair.' This became the peach tree spirit's catchphrase, but it did not seem to be of much use.
The broken branches had already piled up into two small mountains.
One of them was a figure in plain clothes. His Sword Dao had changed from the restraint and subtlety of hundreds of thousands of years. It was like a sharp Extinctive Sword. Every attack was extremely sharp.
