Looking down the mountain, the afterglow of dusk had covered the endless rolling sea of clouds in gold. Amid the drifting, gauze-like mist, it seemed like dark currents churning beneath a golden ocean. It weighed heavily on the heart, yet also stirred a boldness that pressed ever forward.
I furrowed my brows. If I lost, I would have to stay behind; if he lost, he would relinquish his chance to leave. That was indeed fair, but the price of such fairness was no different from a life-and-death pact. Still, refusing was impossible. I had to give Lu Xian'er an explanation!
In the end, I nodded.
At that moment, Lord Sword Tester also appeared on the Sword Testing Platform. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and his head slightly raised. The expression on his face was exactly that of the sect master of the Square-Inch Sword Dao—in other words, the personality of my master.
He had completely shed his drunken appearance, seeming to have become an entirely different person. Even Lord Taihua and Lord Mengxue found it somewhat difficult to adapt.
"You have many questions, don't you?" Lord Sword Tester said indifferently.
"Not many. I just want a final answer." I spoke freely. The corners of Lord Sword Tester's mouth curved upward as he said, "You don't want to know who killed the Lu clan?"
"That's obvious." I replied.
Lord Sword Tester slowly closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "How much do you know about the Ninth Form being impossible to counter?"
"The Ninth Form is the power of aberrant Laws, so it cannot be countered. Once each person cultivates it to the extreme, it becomes different for everyone." I replied.
"Laws? Heh, you call this Laws? How interesting. I call this the Apex of