Gu Zhan chuckled lightly, "Do you mean to say that I don't understand swords, so I can't comprehend it?"
Tian Yu remained silent, cold sweat constantly streaming down.
Gu Zhan shook his head slightly and gently flicked his finger against Tian Yu's sword hilt,
"Buzz"
The sound of a sword ringing out echoed,
The sword in Tian Yu's hand instantly unsheathed and flew into Gu Zhan's hand,
In the astonished gaze of Tian Yu,
Gu Zhan casually swung a sword, very simple and ordinary, without any spectacle, nor sword light crisscrossing, nor was there boundless Sword Qi overwhelming like the ocean surging,
It was merely a casual sword,
Yet Tian Yu suddenly felt a certain melancholy so sorrowful it caused his breath to ache, as if reminiscing a life filled with intense pain, though knowing nothing at all, only the endless heartbreak.
