By the seaside in South City, a small wooden cabin stood prominently, exuding a sense of detachment from worldly affairs.
The Sword God, clad in a kimono, wearing wooden clogs, and with a katana on his back, stared blankly at the vast ocean before him, lost in thought.
A stunning figure stopped half a meter behind the Sword God.
The Sword God lowered his gaze and sighed softly, "Sakurako, you've come."
"Father." Chiba Sakurako lowered her head and whispered.
The Sword God nodded, "Have the people from the Martial Arts world arrived?"
Chiba Sakurako: "They have."
The Sword God chuckled, "Do they all look down on me?"
Chiba Sakurako remained silent.
After a while, Chiba Sakurako said, "Those who understand Father will naturally do so; those who don't, need not. The superficial only see the surface. Only those with a rich spiritual world can understand one's essence."
The Sword God shook his head noncommitally and suddenly asked, "Do you think... Ye Xuan looks down on me?"
