Under the blazing sun, the scorching heat baked the dirt ground until it cracked open. The moment feet stepped onto the hardened earth, a wave of heat surged up from beneath them, making the mercenaries of Qingshan Town curse this damn weather even as sweat poured down their bodies.
Just then, someone spotted an ordinarily dressed young man trudging along the distant road, his face drenched in sweat...
With every step, the young man's foot struck the ground as heavily as a falling weight, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.
Only when he drew closer did people suddenly notice that he carried an enormous black greatsword on his back.
Uh, rather than calling it a greatsword, it would be more accurate to call it a thick iron ruler without an edge or blade!
The black greatsword had no tip either. At its end, it looked as though something had sliced straight through its middle, exposing a smooth, mirror-like cross-section.
The surface of the jet-black greatsword was etched with strange, somewhat blurry patterns. The patterns spread from the hilt across nearly every part of the blade, and together with its ancient, dark color, gave it an air of mystery.
This strange greatsword was nearly taller than the young man himself. Such an odd pairing naturally made the previously bored mercenaries point and whisper...
From time to time, someone even let out a shrill, mocking laugh.
Yet the young man did not so much as glance aside, as though he had not seen the mercenaries ridiculing him at all. Without changing expression, he continued into Qingshan Town.
To him, those mercenaries laughing at him were no different from ants at his feet. He was destined to belong to a different world from them, so there was no need to get angry with