Wudang

"Draw the sword but not unsheathed?"

Yu Lianzhou's expression became serious. He stood up and muttered, "Drawing the sword but not unsheathing it can only mean two possibilities. First, this person's cultivation is extremely high, solely based on realm, enough to suppress you all, making you unable to resist. However, in this case, you wouldn't even be able to move, let alone stop him from coming up the mountain."

"The second possibility is that this person's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle, where he himself is the sword, the master of ten thousand swords, the revered of all swords. Facing a Grandmaster of swordsmanship, your sword skills cannot possibly match."

"Because the swords themselves fear each other..."

"As their master, you might not even control the sword in your own hands..."

Beside him, Song Miaosong, upon hearing Yu Lianzhou's description, seemed to recall something and quickly exclaimed, "Master, it's No One, No One is here."

"What?"

"He is No One?"