Meanwhile, Chief Eunuch Sun Changyu stood frozen where he was.
He stared at the horrifying devastation left along the long street behind them, his expression shifting with shock and uncertainty as he cried out instinctively:
"Have you broken through?"
Hearing this, the coachman lowered his head to look at the broken hilt in his hand, then glanced toward the distant pit, where the two blue-robed swordsmen had long since been cleaved in half by that slash.
"I haven't broken through. That slash should not have been..."
Before the coachman could finish, Li Musheng's lazy voice came from behind him:
"Remember the feeling of that slash. It will be your only hope in this life of catching a glimpse of the Heavenly Human realm."
Having said that, Li Musheng, who had not moved a single step from atop the carriage, casually waved his hand.
"Enough. We should be on our way."
Then he lowered the carriage curtain, leaned back against the soft pillow, and no longer concerned himself with what was happening outside.
The coachman and Chief Eunuch Sun Changyu were both stunned for a moment.
Sun Changyu did not quite understand what Li Musheng meant, while the coachman seemed to have caught hold of something. Clutching the hilt, he murmured:
"The feeling of that slash..."
He pondered Li Musheng's words, trying to seize that wisp of saber intent released at the instant he had struck. Yet perhaps because his comprehension was insufficient, he always seemed to fall just short of grasping its true meaning.
Meanwhile, Chief Eunuch Sun Changyu had no time to think too deeply. Though the coachman's slash had shaken even him, and had slain two powerful blue-robed swordsmen in one stroke,
they still had to face the encirclement and slaughter of the remaining three experts.
With that