Shanfeng ruffled his blue robe, and beneath his flowing white hair, the old man's face was filled with admiration.
Then he assumed a leisurely contemplative pose, as if savoring endless memories.
Atop Remorse Cliff, Zhao Rong had already sheathed his sword.
He gently flicked his sleeve, and the ice-white Sword Qi scattered, bringing a damp coolness to everyone with the cliff-top winds.
The high praise given by Feng Qingyang could be considered the highest in his life.
Previously, upon encountering several masters of the No Move Realm, he merely felt fortunate to meet one, blessed that there were people in the world to discuss and compare Swordsmanship with, bringing a sense of not being alone on his path.
This Swordsmanship originated from Dugu Qiubai.
Back then, the Sword Devil had no adversaries, struggled to find a defeat, and felt world's loneliness, truly isolated.
