Sword and Mountain

Jian Wushuang felt his heart surging with emotions he hadn't experienced in a long time, an indescribable excitement resurfacing once more.

Even though that glimmer of hope had seemed elusive and intangible, it had materialized in a way that felt predestined by the heavens.

The Sancun Mountain, a place so elusive and difficult to find, had been stumbled upon almost by accident.

For a moment, Jian Wushuang was unsure of how to react.

As for the young disciple lying in the lush grass, though he appeared somewhat nervous, curiosity and admiration overwhelmed him.

The appearance of Jian Wushuang breaking through the sky left a profound impression on him, an overwhelming power etched into his memory, never to be forgotten.

Collecting his thoughts, Jian Wushuang spoke, "Is this the secluded place of the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo?"

"Ah, Xu Tuo?" the young disciple paused, "Who is he?"