"Are you Chen Changan of the Profound Sword Sect?"
"Because of you, I've been swamped lately. I've had to revise the rules and report the revised rules."
"Because of you alone, every Hundred Battles City in the Burial Sword Land has now changed its rules."
"You really are something."
After completing the Hundred-Win Streak, Chen Changan naturally needed to find out what he had to do next to advance step by step to the final contest of the Burial Sword Convention.
The City Lord of Hundred Battles City had never shown his face, but he had known about Chen Changan all along—and it had given him no end of headaches.
So the moment he saw Chen Changan, he launched into a sarcastic tirade.
"You don't need to thank me."
"I planted a willow by accident. Your rules just had too many loopholes."
"I wasn't trying to help you, so there's no need to thank me."
Thank him?
I'd thank your ancestors for eight generations!
"You came to see me about what happens after the Hundred-Win Streak, right?"
"That's right. Didn't you say the Hundred-Win Streak was only the first step? What comes next?"
"The first step is to battle a hundred sects. What's the second?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"To be honest, in all the years the Burial Sword Convention has been held, some have completed the Battle Hundred Sects stage, but not many."
"The Battle Hundred Sects stage is mainly there to give the other Sword Sects a chance to participate, give them some motivation to advance, and see whether any dark horses might emerge."
"But for most sects, Battle Hundred Sects is both the starting point and the finish line, because the next step is beyond their reach. No one has ever completed it in all these years."