Three thousand li west of Moonwatch City, within a desolate mountain valley.
Mo Wentian sat cross-legged atop a bluestone, an ancient, unadorned sword laid across his knees.
He appeared to be around forty, with a resolute face. A sword scar between his brows lent him an added air of sharpness.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, his gaze shooting toward the valley entrance like lightning. "Who goes there?"
"Forgive me, Fellow Daoist Mo." Shen Wansan approached at an unhurried pace, a genial smile on his face. "I am Shen Wansan of the Myriad Things General Store. I have long heard of Fellow Daoist Mo's great name and came especially to pay my respects."
"Myriad Things General Store? What business do you have with me? I have never dealt with merchants." Mo Wentian frowned slightly.
Naturally, he had heard of the Myriad Things General Store, but this was the first time he had heard Shen Wansan's name.
Moreover, after discovering that his cultivation could no longer advance, he had become indifferent to all things and no longer wished to have any entanglements with the mundane world.
His sole desire was to find an opportunity to break through to the Body Integration Realm and pursue a higher path of the sword.
Now that the Myriad Things General Store had suddenly come knocking, whether they were friend or foe remained unknown.
Shen Wansan did not mind. Instead, his smile deepened. "Fellow Daoist Mo, you have been stuck at the peak Spirit Severing Realm for a hundred years, haven't you?"
Clang!
The ancient sword slid three inches from its sheath, cold light flashing.
Killing intent surged in Mo Wentian's eyes. "So what if I have? Have you come to see whether, after a hundred years, my sword is still sharp?"
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