Deep within the Great Dream Marsh, mist lay hazy, smoke and waves vast and boundless.
Just then, a ripple in the void surged.
A middle-aged man in snow-white robes and a refined man cloaked in a Mystic Robe appeared.
"Xuanjian, let us do it here."
Lu Changsheng spoke to Xuanjian True Monarch. Though no terrifying Magic Power Mechanism leaked from him, his composed, unhurried bearing carried a transcendent air, making those who saw him inwardly submit.
"Very well."
Xuanjian True Monarch nodded in reply, then slowly grasped the green long sword hanging at his waist.
This sword's design was extremely simple, completely unlike the Flying Sword of a Nascent Soul True Lord.
There were no gilded, inlaid silver luxurious ornaments, nor any serrated, toothed edge or complex patterns.
Utterly simple.
Yet Lu Changsheng still perceived the sword's hidden edge.
