Watching the cold-faced man's actions, Bai Ze let out a long sigh. "So be it. If you hadn't stepped in today, I'm afraid the situation would have spiraled beyond control."
"Since that's the case, I'll give you one."
"But there is something I hope you understand: this item carries extraordinary significance. I do not want you to take it lightly."
"Thirteen's swordsmanship was exceedingly special. Back then, I exhausted every means at my disposal and managed to preserve only these three recordings."
"What is preserved within is not merely the pinnacle of swordsmanship under heaven, but also my longing for an old friend."
"If I hadn't owed you a favor today, then even if you offered me every treasure in the world, I would not trade it to you."
As he spoke, Bai Ze handed a special Recording Stone to the cold-faced man.
Seeing this, the cold-faced man hurriedly took out a jade box and received it.
Immediately afterward, he condensed a ball of clear water and washed his hands and face.
Once he had finished everything, the cold-faced man sat cross-legged and sent a thread of divine power into it.
As the divine power entered, the special Recording Stone immediately gave off a dazzling radiance.
"Hoo—"
Chilling winds howled in waves, while the sounds of slaughter and cries rang without end.
The cold-faced man found himself directly on a brutal battlefield.
Yet the surrounding environment had no effect on him. His gaze remained fixed firmly upon an honest-looking man.
A longsword entered his hand, sword qi ran rampant, and with a single stroke, he split the mighty Candle Dragon in two.
It was after this stroke that the honest-looking man's hair turned from black to white.
"Wonderful!"
"With this one sword alone, he stood a hundred thousand years ahead