The Legacy of the Sword Emperor

The bastion of the Rock Demon Clan was a wide and large city. Qing Bin and Jian Wushuang had wandered long before they finally came to the bottom of a huge mountain gorge that was deep behind one of the great mountains that overlooked the city.

They were between the massive rocky-faced walls of the deep ravine.

"Here we are, Master Wushuang." Qing Bin said as they came to a stop, the finger of his outstretched arm pointed to the huge jagged walls. "Look, Master."

Jian Wushuang looked closely into the distant. What he saw made him froze.

"It's…"

With his eyes twinkling with awe and amazement, Jian Wushuang saw many marks upon the walls. Unlike the rough faces of the walls, the marks were incredibly precise and smooth with varying depths and declinations, very much similar to the marks left upon a slab of butter by a hot and keen blade.

These were all marks left by swords.