Grindstone? You’re Unworthy To Be a Swordsman, My Descendant Self Sword Might Cry

A white-haired old man in Divine Sword Palace stood straight with his hands behind his back.

Before him was a fading projection.

The old man was the Divine Sword Palace Ruler, one of the human race's Monarchs. He was also Jian Shifang's master.

He narrowed his eyes. "It seems like he's prepared to fight."

Beside him was a middle-aged swordsman, who also narrowed his eyes and said, "Palace Ruler, will Jian Shifang be Chu Kuangren's match?"

"Chu Kuangren is unpredictable. Shijiang might lose," the Divine Sword Palace Ruler said.

Jian Shifang was strong, but the Divine Sword Palace Ruler could not see through Chu Kuangren, which was a feeling that he had felt only from Monarchs.

"Palace Ruler, Jian Shifang isn't that weak either," the middle-aged swordsman said.

He, too, was from the Divine Sword Palace, so he was biased toward Jian Shifang.