When they had parted outside Maple Forest Territory, Xiang Qian had still been at the Soaring Dragon Realm, while Jiang Wang had already attained the Inner Palace realm.
At the time, Xiang Qian had reclaimed his former self and made a bold declaration: at the Inner Palace realm, he would contend with Jiang Wang for the title of invincible among those of the Inner Palace realm.
Jiang Wang had also said that he would have Xiang Qian sharpen his sword for him.
Several years had now passed. Xiang Qian had entered the Inner Palace realm years ago, while Jiang Wang had already made a name for himself in Divine Presence.
Yet Xiang Qian still asked this question.
Because he had not forgotten their old pact.
On how many long nights, with starlight like flowing water, had he recalled the conversation between two young souls before that Life Monument steeped in blood debts?
A true clash between them at the same Inner Palace realm was no longer possible. But having Jiang Wang witness his sword would be enough to distinguish strength from weakness—after three years apart, was he now invincible in this realm?
Jiang Wang merely said, "Of course."
Xiang Qian slowly closed his eyes. The experiences of the past few years flowed by like water. When he opened those dead-fish eyes again, sword light filled them, its sharpness stabbing at others!
He made no other movement, merely raised his index finger and flicked it upward with casual ease.
Like an ink-wash landscape painting, a single wild and unrestrained stroke.
Whoosh!
A sudden, piercing shriek rang out, as though it had punctured the listeners' eardrums.
Many of the roaming cavalry following the carriage looked up at the sound, but all they saw amid the parted layers of cloud was a trailing