South of Yiyi Mountain, emerald grass stretched out fresh shoots. The mountain air still carried the dampness after rain, but the lawn had already dried beneath the warm orange sunlight.
The young man had a foxtail grass stem between his teeth, one hand raised before his eyes to block the sunlight.
"Within Cloud Dream Palace, Sword Disciple fought a great battle against the Lord of Cloud Dream Palace, shattering mountains and rivers.
"That night, the snow fell heavily, and the laws of the Great Dao collapsed.
"In terms of strength, Sword Disciple was naturally far inferior to the Lord of Cloud Dream Palace.
"After all, when a master taught a disciple, he would definitely hold a few tricks in reserve."
"Master, would you hold a few tricks back from me too?" the little girl asked with her head tilted, her tiny hand still lightly pounding the young man's shoulder.
"Am I that kind of person? Besides... what use would holding back a few tricks be?
"In the end, didn't Sword Disciple still erupt with a miniature universe and kill the Lord of Cloud Dream Palace with a single sword strike? Thus... Zhou Mountain Great World was able to endure.
"But that strike also drained Sword Disciple's vital blood. He and his master both croaked together."
"How tragic! Master, where were they buried? I want to sweep their graves!" The little girl's eyes spun round and round.
"Tch, you want to sweep their graves? You've got your eye on their burial treasures!" The young man showed no mercy.
The little girl did not get angry. She merely narrowed her eyes in a smile, like crescent moons.
The young man continued, "But who would have thought that Sword Disciple only grew stronger with every battle? The sword in his hand entered a