The night breeze was cool and pleasant, blowing away much of the daytime heat.
The Spirit Creek River rushed and splashed in the distance.
Su Ping and Old Sha did not have to wait long. Sure enough, before much time had passed, a spatial ripple slowly appeared again.
That tiny paper figure appeared before them once more.
Almost the instant the little paper figure appeared, the Paper Sword in its hand was already out of its sheath.
The blade flashed, cleaving straight through the Wolf Smoke Grass ahead.
Only this time, the little paper figure paused slightly.
The figure that had been fighting it just a few days ago was actually standing far away, showing no intention of fighting it.
The Paper Sword returned to its sheath. Looking at the distant figure, the little paper figure shouted:
"Wah! (Fight... strike. A true... Swordsman never gives up on defeating an opponent!)"
Su Ping was slightly taken aback as he looked at the earnest little fellow before him.
He had never seen a Paper-Folding Man like this.
A Swordsman?
In the society of Beast Tamers, that word really was both familiar and unfamiliar, wasn't it?
Why would a paper figure consider itself a Swordsman?
Su Ping did not understand, but he seemed to have found a few key points.
Did this little fellow keep jumping out of that so-called Mystic Realm just to defeat Old Sha?
The so-called swordsman's persistence?
That was far too ridiculous.
Even if Su Ping waited until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, he would probably still struggle to see an Ordinary-tier little paper figure defeat Old Sha.
But there was no doubt that this little paper figure probably held the secrets of this Mystic Realm!
And now that Su Ping understood the