Divine Sword Manor.
Xie Xiaofeng frowned slightly as he listened to his housekeeper's report.
"Gong Ziyu, the Great Dragon Head of the Azure Dragon Society, and Lin Lang, the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming-both are top swordsmen who have risen in the Jianghu in recent years. Their duel is bound to be spectacular."
"But never mind. I won't go watch. As long as Divine Sword Manor remains safe, that's enough."
One question had always lingered in Xie Xiaofeng's heart: was a sword truly meant only for killing?
Did the world's masters really have to determine who was superior?
Whether Lin Lang or Gong Ziyu died, he felt it would be a loss to the Sword Dao of the Jianghu.
Besides, that man would probably show up for this occasion too. He had no desire to meet that fellow, or the man would surely force him into a sword duel.
He loved the sword, but he disliked dueling with others, especially to the death-even though he was always the one who survived.
A young man dressed in black sat in a small tavern.
He liked black, worshipped black, for black was solitary, proud, and noble, just like a swordsman.
A faint smile rested on his face, not because he had just killed someone and earned a hefty commission, but because he had learned of Xie Xiaofeng's return.
"Xie Xiaofeng, after hiding for so many years, you've finally appeared again."
"This time, I must duel with you. Let's see whether you can break my Life-Seizing Thirteen Swords!"
The young man in black was Yan Shisan, one of the world's finest swordsmen. He had brought his family's sword techniques to a transcendent level, and now he had comprehended a fourteenth sword.
This sword would surely defeat Xie Xiaofeng.
Moreover, he felt that