"How did you come?" Zhang Shou sighed slightly in relief, asking softly.
Kong Xiang stood with hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Zhu Youji, replying, "Master, I was concerned you might not be able to handle it alone."
"Well, it's indeed quite challenging."
Zhang Shou nodded slightly, indicating his approval of this explanation.
Zhu Youji was surrounded by the gentle aura of the Soft Sword, twisting and swirling around him like agile tendrils, exuding a formidable sword intent.
He appeared every inch a grandmaster of swordsmanship, commanding undeniable respect.
Gu Santong stood with arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips, leaning against the cracked rockery, looking as though he was merely a spectator.
As for Zhu Youji, a prince of the Great Ming and a grandmaster, Gu Santong couldn't help but be intrigued.
To achieve such mastery at such a young age was beyond extraordinary.