Ferocious Sword Qi blotted out the sky. The entire space was filled with tiny, densely packed Sword Auras, visible to the naked eye and seemingly without end.
At the center of this Sword Array stood Ning Jiang, his sleeves fluttering, his bearing peerless.
"What a terrifying Sword Array."
The White-robed Swordsman's face was pale. For the first time, his heart was filled with such terror. Before this Sword Array, he felt as insignificant as an ant.
Even his own sword was faintly stirring, threatening to slip from his control and fly out to join the Sword Array.
'If I could follow and learn from him, my Swordsmanship would surely advance by leaps and bounds.'
At that moment, an absurd thought took root in the White-robed Swordsman's mind: he wanted to follow Ning Jiang and learn from him.
To others, this might seem unthinkable. He was much older than Ning Jiang and, by all rights, should have been considered his senior.
