Gazing at the old Yan Zhao swordsman descending from the arena, clutching his longsword, Zou Songqing's eyes held a special meaning.
In this old swordsman, he saw a shadow of his master.
But every person is unique, and circumstances differ.
Although this man also devoted himself to painstakingly studying swordsmanship for decades, he had not the fortune to reach the pinnacle.
In the Jianghu, the majority of people are like him.
Filled with emotion, he looked again to his own master and felt even more appreciation.
However...
Zou Songqing's heart was becoming increasingly unsettled, and even somewhat heavy.
Yancheng was now within sight, and the outcome of this trip was unpredictable.
Over the years, he had gathered many rumors from the Jianghu, well aware of what kind of place Yancheng was.
Even though his master was a rare genius in the Jianghu, known as Master Miao Di, this time he was to face the myth of the martial world.
However,