The Slaughter after Peace

Lu Suifeng sheathed his sword and adjusted his clothes with a calm and gentle demeanor, silently observing the sweat-drenched Flowing Cloud Sect Master.

The intense battle just now seemed to have no connection to him at all.

His composed expression resembled that of a contented bystander.

“I lose!”

Flowing Cloud Sect Master sighed towards the sky.

“Since my debut, I have never experienced such a humiliating and complete defeat. You have made me understand what true swordsmanship is. Now, I stand at the foot of the mountain, gazing up at you on its peak.”

“You overestimate me, Master. It was merely a friendly exchange, and I was fortunate enough to come out on top. There is no need for you to dwell on it.”

Lu Suifeng empathetically understood the Master’s current state of mind.

The drastic fall from the clouds to the depths of the valley is not something everyone can calmly endure.