Cao Family's Blacksmith Shop 1
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Burial Sword Tomb of the Eastern Region.
The Eastern Mountain where tens of thousands of swordsmen worshipped looked like a huge blade-less sword. Even with the scabbard thrust upside down at the base, it still towered into the clouds.
In the Eastern Mountain, the Sword Will was rampant.
The melody was rhythmic, as if someone was singing a opera, and they were in high spirits.
It was not until the Golden Light Scroll in the Nine Heavens was withdrawn, then the domineering and decadent Taoist music finally disappeared, and the opera-like singing in the Eastern Mountain also stopped.
"A hundred generations in exchange for Bazhun'an...
"Tsk tsk, after having suppressed myself for so long, I've finally found some of the unrestrained feeling from decades ago...
"I really miss it."
Wen Ting, dressed in a costume, walked barefooted among the dusky mountain, his tone full of nostalgia.