Shi Qi walked step by step toward the Sword Tomb. Ning Bei, standing guard at the Sword Tomb passageway, was left with nothing but silence.
The dry branch lifted lightly. No radiance flowed, nor did sword qi howl; it merely blossomed with a tiny peach bud.
In an instant, countless peach blossoms condensed out of the void. They did not seem like illusions, but rather as if heaven and earth had always possessed these flower souls, and the dry branch had merely awakened them now.
Within the Sword Tomb passageway, the vicious sword qi that had accumulated for millions of years pounced like savage flood dragons, yet the instant it touched the peach petals, it suddenly softened.
The razor-sharp sword glints melted into the warm breeze of the third month, carrying the damp scent of grass and earth as they brushed past Shi Qi's washed-worn robes.
Peach blossoms fell like rain, yet not in the manner of withering. The rustling of the flower rain echoed the babbling murmur of thawing mountain streams.
"Whew~"
A breeze swept past, petals skimming over Ning Bei's shoulder as the hum of the sword at his waist gradually subsided.
It was not that his Sword Intent had been suppressed, but rather that it had settled into stillness like a weary bird returning to the forest.
What astonished Ning Bei even more was that he could actually hear the million sword souls within the Sword Tomb breathing together with the mountains, rivers, and earth.
"Step!"
Shi Qi walked past Lu Zijian. The Purple-Green Twin Swords automatically returned to their sheaths, while the sword qi that had originally been attacking her transformed into countless peach blossoms.
Looking at the person before her, Lu Zijian, also a sword cultivator, had already lost all desire to contend.
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