Tianshu could scarcely believe it. How long had this man been a Nascent Soul cultivator?
Sixty years at most.
What a joke. The rumors had not exaggerated anything at all-could they even be called rumors?
"Hidden Spirit True Lord, you have come from afar. Though Shushan lies in a remote backwater, we do know something of hospitality."
"Swordheart Terrace is humble, but it is where generations of Shushan sages debated the sword and comprehended the Dao. If you do not mind, True Lord, would you care for a cup of Sword Soul Cold Spring?" Tianshu asked earnestly.
The corner of Qing Chen's mouth lifted slightly. He gave nothing away. "Very well."
Over the next hour.
Within Swordheart Terrace, sword qi was sometimes like spring breezes turning to rain, sometimes like the clash of metal.
Compared with the annexation of islands, the collapse of sects, and the panic of countless cultivators unfolding outside, this stretch of time was insignificant.
But for the two men within the terrace, it was enough to complete many exchanges beyond words.
Qing Chen accepted Heavenly Shu True Lord's invitation.
They sparred.
There were no explosions of Dharma Aspect true essence spanning hundreds of feet, no collisions of rules that changed the colors of heaven and earth, no sword cries or demonic howls resounding across Heavenly Shu Island.
Swordheart Terrace's fourth-tier mid-grade restrictions sealed everything off.
Only the sword gang within, condensed almost into substance, and another, still more powerful will and halberd technique strangled and annihilated one another.
Sword Fool and Jian Yi, the two Dharma Nascent Soul sword cultivators, stood guard outside the gate of light on orders. Their initially calm expressions gradually grew grave, before finally becoming looks of incredulous horror.
Although their sect master had not used the Purplefrost Divine Sword magic treasure,