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Huai Shi could not be sure whether what he saw was real or an illusion.

Because to Sword Saint Kamizumi, reality and illusion no longer mattered at all. What truly mattered was the will that could overturn phenomena.

If he believed he was here, then he was here.

Everyone could see him.

If he believed he had drawn his sword, then everyone could see him draw it.

And if he believed the enemy he had slain would die—

Then his enemy was already dead.

It was precisely this absolute confidence in himself that had forged such an unbelievable pinnacle of mastery.

Now, with Kamizumi's arrival, the dojo's previously subdued atmosphere instantly stirred. Everyone's eyes became feverish.

A radiance almost like faith!

He was the peak worshipped day and night by countless warriors, the sacred presence they longed for and pursued within the Human World.

Now, he sat behind his place, smiling as he raised his cup and greeted the friend beside him. "Great Tengu, have you been well?"

Great Tengu grinned. "Getting by. Death's still a long way off."

Kamizumi smiled. "I thought you'd be too lazy to come."

Great Tengu shook his head indifferently. "How could I stay away from a place with wine?"

"Then I'll be counting on you," Kamizumi said with a nod.

"I don't remember promising you anything."

Great Tengu gave a strange smile, yet still raised his cup and drank with him.

Then the old man turned his gaze toward Huai Shi. "How is Mr. Russell?"

"He eats well, sleeps soundly, and is in good health," Huai Shi replied. "I thought the Sword Saint would ask about someone else."

"Ha, isn't that fellow still lively and full of energy? What's there to worry about?" The old man also raised his cup in toast.

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