Wielding the Sword

Outside the Strange Forest, a handsome young man stood quietly, holding a long sword that was entirely crimson, with faint dragon and phoenix shadows visible.

Occasionally, the wind blew, causing the young man's clothes to flutter.

The hunchbacked old man stood opposite the young man. The usually calm and composed old man suddenly felt a sense of unease for no reason. It was as if this young man was not in the third realm, the Air Treading Realm, but rather in the sixth realm.

He forced himself to calm down, but the feeling of unease in his heart grew stronger. The old man was someone who cherished his life dearly. Even if there was only a slight possibility of danger, he was unwilling to take the risk.

If not for this, when he first entered the Strange Forest, the old man wouldn't have shown mercy and spared their lives.