Shui Wangtian (1)

The Sword Forging Pavilion was located deep within the inner city of Heavenly Cloud City.

In the middle of the spacious courtyard was a sword sculpture that could pierce through the heavens.

On the sword hilt, there was a square platform that was 200 feet long.

A figure flashed across the sky. An old man with white hair and a youthful face gently stroked his sleeve and landed on the platform.

There was a person sitting alone on the platform.

Although this person was sitting cross-legged on the ground, one could tell how tall his body was from the skeleton on his back.

His pitch-black hair fell loosely on his shoulders, and his eyes were as bright as the stars. His eyes were as sharp as knives and axes.

A very dense sword intent pervaded this person's body.

It was as if the person sitting there was not a living person, but a sword that was about to be unsheathed.

"Pavilion Master."

Du Xuan stood beside the man and bowed slightly.