In the Octagonal Pavilion, the Golden Buddha held his tea and slowly stood up.
His gaze met with that of the Three Swords in the air.
Both offered a slight smile.
"Three, you have finally mastered Sword Twenty-Two, congratulations!"
The Golden Buddha said indifferently, his eyes bearing a look of appreciation.
Although the Swordman was short, the sword in his hand was very long.
He lowered his gaze to the cold, shining iron sword in his hand and there was a hint of bitterness on his face.
"It's just a pity that I didn't manage to extend the Eight Extremes Sword to Sword Twenty-One, otherwise, it would have reached the Great Achievement of Entering the Microscopic."
There was a slight sense of apology on the Golden Buddha's face.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed your sword practice unexpectedly, but there is an extremely urgent matter that calls for your action and nobody else's."
"Oh, what is it?"