Sword cleaves the breeze and gathers the bright moon; today, sword qi crashes into the mortal world!

"Fine sword!"

As he gazed at the Inverse Scale Sword, even the well-traveled Wan Jianyi could not keep a flicker of amazement from flashing through his eyes.

He had not expected it.

This nameless magical treasure actually possessed such wondrous effects.

"Separated, it becomes fragments of countless swords."

"In the eyes of a swordsmanship master, every single fragment can be regarded as a unique sharp sword."

"Yet when joined as one, it becomes an indestructible blade..."

"What a genius idea!"

"Kid, what is this sword called?"

Hearing Wan Jianyi's praise, Su Han laughed loudly. "Inverse Scale Sword!"

As he spoke.

He stepped forward as well, standing where Wan Jianyi had just stood. Then he turned to look at Wan Jianyi. "Senior, if you're already this shocked, don't let your jaw drop at what comes next!"

Seeing that Su Han had even chosen the exact same spot as himself, Wan Jianyi could not help shaking his head.

"You really are... utterly unwilling to admit defeat!"

But he quickly laughed heartily again. "Fine!"

"Then let this old man see whether your moves are just as handsome!"

As he looked at Su Han, Wan Jianyi seemed to see his younger self: equally proud and confident, unrestrained and carefree.

"But when had I become like this?"

Wan Jianyi lowered his head to look at his disheveled clothes, then looked at Su Han's back as he stood atop the mountain.

A young man in white, the breeze brushing his robes—nothing more than a clear wind, a bright moon, and innocent thoughts.

"Senior Brother, perhaps you were right."

"The heroes under heaven truly are as numerous as carp crossing a river."

"Who would have thought that in merely a hundred years, another lad like Su Han would appear—one even more talented and dazzling than I was