Sword God and Tang Wanli chatted and laughed as they walked into the hall.
Everyone bowed together and paid their respects to Sword God.
The man who had earned the title of "God" in the martial world with a single sword was now already in his eighties or nineties.
Yet his eyes were still bright, as if the edge of his sword remained just as sharp.
His smile was warm and his manner gentle, but everyone knew very well that it was strength powerful enough to make the world bow its head that gave him such supreme confidence and formidable composure.
People paid their respects to Sword God as if they were paying respects to a living legend, an awakened deity.
And Tang Wanli, standing beside Sword God, was dazed for an instant.
It was as though these people were also bowing to him at the same time.
But he knew clearly that this respect was meant for Sword God. He had merely been fortunate enough to stand beside him.
Tang Wanli looked at the sincere submission and respect from the many Important Figures, and waves stirred in his heart.
Perhaps one day in the future, he, too, would possess the same fame, status, power, and... that same calm indifference as Sword God.
By then, his son would already be the person in charge of the strongest family in the world.
His grandsons would begin to show their talent, rising to fame in the martial world and earning respect.
And he himself would live in seclusion, feared and loved like a god...
After being dazed for just an instant, he wore a smile, bowed slightly, and stepped to the side, showing his own respect for Sword God as well.
He did not remain standing beside Sword God and bask in