Intent-Force Martial Way

Zhang Sanxian dragged Xia Zhiwan onward, going farther and farther away.

Qin Wufeng stood rooted to the spot, gripping his broken saber, his face filled with shock and horror. From beginning to end, Zhang Sanxian had never turned around, never halted his steps, and never made a move—yet he had crushed every shred of Qin Wufeng's fighting spirit in one stroke.

"Miraculous beyond miracles—"

He stared blankly at Zhang Sanxian's receding back. "With such world-shaking skill, just who is this blind qin player? Why has the martial world never heard this master's name?"

Qin Wufeng knew that with his own martial arts, he absolutely could not stop this blind qin player.

Thus, he could only let him leave.

"Yan Province's situation was already in turmoil, and now a master like this has appeared as well."

Qin Wufeng let out a faint sigh. "Truly... ahh~"

After sighing, he frowned. "But why did this blind master not reveal his 'intent realm'? Which school could he belong to?"

Time passed. The dark clouds gradually scattered, and the rain came to a stop.

At the eastern end of Luoyang Town, within an abandoned and deserted residence, Xia Zhiwan finally woke up.

The moment he awoke, he shouted loudly, "What master made a move just now, troubling a small fry like me? If there is anything you need of this lowly one, just say the word. I will surely serve you like a dog or horse."

"Silver-tongued."

Supporting himself on his bamboo cane, Zhang Sanxian tapped his way over. "You really know how to talk."

"Eh?!"

Xia Zhiwan was startled. "It's you?"

"Do you know me?" Zhang Sanxian asked.

"We have crossed paths a few times."

"The world is unfair," Zhang Sanxian said. "You have seen me several times, yet I have never seen you