Chapter 340: The Only Sword Between Heaven and Earth

Jiang Shang stood on the mountain summit, looking down at An Jing below.

So young, he remembered when he, too, had been that young, but all that was many years ago.

Back then, he was just like this, challenging the man standing on the mountain summit, declaring he would slay that 'lofty' person.

This is what Jianghu is like.

Filled with fame and profit, desires, money, and beauty.

Mesmerizing, immersing oneself within it.

Entering this fray, no one is innocent, nor are their hands unstained by blood.

Jiang Shang had long seen through everything, thus his goal was no longer fame or profit, but the tangible longevity.

Only with longevity does one surpass the power of emperors and the authority of Sect Leaders.

There was a time of youthful vigor and fine horses, undaunted by the vicissitudes of Jianghu that hasten white hair, a world ever-changing, destined to brave it alone through endless deceits and betrayals.