66 Trouble knocking on the door

On the wide dirt road, a black-clothed youth had difficulty walking while covered in sweat. The youth’s every step was like a heavy object falling on the ground, heavily smashing the ground and kicking up a wave of dust.

Looking close-up, one could see that on the back of the black-clothed youth was actually an incredibly massive black greatsword. The greatsword didn’t have a blade nor a tip and its length had virtually surpassed the youth’s height.

This strange combination had made the many bystanders in the city square all unable to help but cast gazes of curiosity at him.

Beside the black-clothed youth, a green-robed youthful scholar walked side-by-side with him. A child only four or five years old walked energetically in front, occasionally turning his head and looking at the black-clothed youth.

The expression on the faces of the green-robed scholar and the child were both strange, wanting to smile yet not daring to do so.