Water in the Yellow River from Sky

No matter how slowly one walked, he would eventually reach his destination.

Liu Bai arrived before the Verdant Canyon and stopped by Jun Mo.

He was more than a foot away from Jun Mo, but that was enough.

After all, an one-foot radius around a person was just a vague description.

In fact, Liu Bai's Absolute Territory depended on the length of his sword and arms.

He was the strongest in wherever his sword could reach.

The distance right now was perfect. It was not far nor near, and was perfect for a sword to cut down.

Distance was a relative concept. It was fair to the both of them. Jun Mo naturally felt that it was perfect. That was why he raised his iron sword without thinking and swung it at Liu Bai.

He did not say anything, nor did he make any extraneous moves. He waved his sword, just like that.

It was a clean and clear cut.

Just like the lovely jade green hills behind him that were still verdant even in late autumn.