"Two Grandmasters?"
"Pacify the martial arts world of Japan?"
Hearing this, even Yagyu Tajima, with his composed demeanor, couldn't help but lose his composure.
"Your Highness, I have already heard about Gu Santong, but who is the other Grandmaster?" Yagyu Tajima calmed himself and asked.
He was aware of Mo Fuzi's existence, but he didn't think Zhu Youji would send Mo Fuzi to Japan. After all, Mo Fuzi was a swordsmith, not a fighter. Occasionally lending a hand was one thing, but traveling across the sea to kill people was another. Convincing him might be difficult. Of course, Zhu Youji might have other means of assistance; his methods were always mysterious and unpredictable.
"Hehe," Zhu Youji chuckled softly. He waved his hand, and a sword emitting a faint purple glow appeared out of thin air, floating in mid-air.
"Mr. Yagyu, take a look at this."