-But that is not my One Sword for All Things.
What did that mean?
He had just acknowledged that what Xilai had comprehended and mastered was the true meaning of One Sword for All Things left behind by the Green Mountain Sect's Sect-Founder Patriarch. Why would he say this now?
The long street was utterly silent, and so was the sky, for the rain had stopped and the clouds were motionless. People did not even dare breathe.
Could Jing Jiu's Sword Dao have surpassed that of the Green Mountain Sect's Sect-Founder Patriarch? At least, that was what he himself believed.
Even if he was a sword genius rarely seen in the world, wasn't this far too confident?
Elder Sun instinctively wanted to laugh, but could not, because the man before him was True Person Jingyang, because Peng Lang's eyes were filled with awe.
Xilai did not laugh either. He looked at the countless raindrops suspended between heaven and earth and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Those raindrops were moving, changing their angles and positions at an exceedingly slow speed, but there was no knowing when they would finally stop.
"The One Sword for All Things the Patriarch comprehended was simple, but not shallow. Anyone could think of it, but accomplishing it was exceedingly difficult. Yet I was still not satisfied."
Jing Jiu walked back to the ruins of the antique shop.
Countless raindrops shattered as he collided with them, yet remained suspended in the air.
"The realm of Sword Dao I seek is not that all things can become swords, but that all things become one sword."
Jing Jiu walked up to Xilai and raised his right hand.
With that movement, a pair of chopsticks left beneath a second-floor table in a restaurant several hundred feet away floated up and pointed