Wu Wanzhong was not unafraid of death. Rather, he saw life and death more clearly than most. Who could live forever in this world?
There truly were such people in this world. The transcendents among the Gods and Devils throughout the ages should all have been capable of it. But could ordinary folk like them, fated never to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts, compare themselves to those transcendent supreme beings?
Since they could not, death would come sooner or later. Whether one died naturally of old age or perished in battle made no difference to him. It was merely a matter of living longer or shorter.
Moreover, his character and temperament were far removed from those who clung desperately to life for fear of death. A saber wielder carried a bold spirit in his bones, and could naturally look upon life and death lightly. Compared to wasting away in a sickbed, he would rather, like a warrior and a saber wielder, ascend through battle.
Heroes had been known to grow old since ancient times. He could not call himself a hero, but if he could die fighting for his brother, he would have no regrets.
Lu Hou'er was also filled with emotion. In terms of martial strength alone, Wu Wanzhong was not all that remarkable. His swift saber was indeed formidable, but there were simply too many people who could break a swift saber and surpass one.
Yet that disposition, that freedom, that lofty spirit of his were not things ordinary people possessed. Even Grandmasters might not have Wu Wanzhong's composure.
What was this? This was naked charisma, transcending the boundaries of martial arts themselves. Lu Hou'er naturally admired it.
Before long, Wu Xuan led a middle-aged man carrying a long saber on his back into the tea