"Sword Saint, you are too arrogant," Yong Wu said angrily. Seeing the Sword Saint on the raft with no communication devices, he continued, "It seems you are not yet aware that your Fusang Onmyoji and Yang City's Beichen Martial Arts School have been annihilated?"
"Oh?" At this, the Fusang Sword Saint's tone held a hint of interest, not anger. He asked with excitement, "Tell me, who did it?"
He had devoted his entire life to his swords, the Ghost Cleavers, and didn't even own a cellphone. His Sword Dao was that of an ascetic monk. He rarely enjoyed anything; his days consisted of drinking porridge while avoiding all greasy food and alcohol. After finishing his porridge, he would spend the rest of the day just gazing at his Ghost Cleavers. When night fell, he would sleep holding them in his arms. He pursued the ultimate Bushido path and had come to Dragon Country in search of an opponent, so that neither he nor his swords would feel lonely.
