Sword [2]

A man stood before an ancient stele decorating the otherwise empty grassy plain. His hair was long and black, tied up into a high ponytail. His eyes were equally black, having a sort of unknown attraction that sucked one's soul.

A large sword decorated his side as he walked. Even though keeping weapons in spatial rings or artifacts was common, and sometimes made it far easier to draw them in battle, the man didn't believe in this custom at all.

'A sword cultivator should never be apart from his sword.'

If his sword wasn't by his side, then he failed as a Swordmaster. Even if the world acknowledged him as such, he would no longer have the right to possess such status.

'Never mind that, it seems that all parties are slowly gathering. If this stele didn't need 40 people to gather before opening, I'd have already rushed in.'