"Senior Brother Changhe, your cultivation has advanced again. Congratulations..."
Footsteps sounded as Lin Changhe and the woman in a green dress emerged from the tower.
The woman smiled brightly at the Wuliang Sword Sect's Sword Child beside her, her eyes sparkling.
"Hahaha, I didn't think Senior Sister Xu would notice such a small improvement."
Lin Changhe laughed and waved a hand as if it were nothing, his tone light and carefree.
"I don't know what it is. Ever since I heard that Xu Wudi died in the wasteland, I've felt so much better. When I practice my sword, I've also gained a new flash of insight, and my swordsmanship has improved a little."
"Perhaps it's like they say: a happy occasion lifts the spirits."
Lin Changhe looked toward the city gates, a smile playing on his lips. He was clearly in high spirits.
The Wuliang Sword Sect had four Sword Children, each a dragon among men. Their talents, fortunes, and backgrounds were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
From a young age, the four Sword Children had been rivals. Only the one who emerged victorious could become the next Sect Master of Sword Sect.
Originally, Xu Wudi had been the strongest of the four Sword Children of the Wuliang Sword Sect. He had been far ahead, pressing the other three so hard they could barely breathe.
Lin Changhe had already been ready to give up the competition and settle down as an elder. But then, news suddenly arrived from the Soul Suppression Hall:
Xu Wudi's life tablet had shattered. He had fallen in the wasteland.
Lin Changhe had been beside himself with excitement. His ambition to become the Sect Master of Sword Sect had flared up once more, and that was why he had volunteered to guard the city walls,