Upon a patch of white cloud.
The sword cultivator Yun Du had drunk himself into a stupor and was lying on the white cloud, sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, he sat up and pulled a secret talisman from his sleeve.
After giving it a cursory look, Yun Du let out a long breath, and the drunken haze between his brows vanished completely.
"This Eternal Emperor Seat—whether I gain it is my fortune, whether I lose it is my fate. But most importantly..."
"I can finally go have a proper fight!"
Yun Du rose to his full height and departed, his heart brimming with anticipation.
He was a sword cultivator.
Yet throughout all those years, he had never drawn his sword even once.
There was no other reason: he had been accumulating sword intent!
And now, at last, the time had come for Yun Du to bare his sword!
Rain pattered beyond the window, leaves drifted from the trees, and autumn's chill deepened.
Yan Xiaosheng was drinking tea.
As Emperor E's ninth son, he was the Calamity Heavenly Sovereign known throughout the world, infamous for his ferocity.
Yet anyone who had truly seen him could not associate him with the word "ferocious."
On the contrary, he possessed the graceful, refined air of a well-read scion from an eminent family, steeped all over in scholarly elegance.
When he learned that he could take part in the Heaven's Mandate Contention, Yan Xiaosheng slowly set down his teacup. Gazing at the yellow leaves filling the autumn rain beyond the window, he uttered an exceedingly vulgar remark:
"Old and yet unyielding—they are thieves! This time, those Little Old Ones should make way!"
Yan Xiaosheng rose, carrying that air of scholarly refinement, and walked into the autumn rain amid the falling yellow leaves.
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