February 27th, evening, the sun was setting in the west.
After Jiang Dali's breakthrough, he reshaped his body with the four great elements of earth, wind, fire, and water. Omens shook his spirit, awakening him completely. His gaze shone brightly, his mind remotely sensing the familiar aura rapidly approaching from miles away.
That aura, sharp yet deeply concealed beneath a refined restraint, was like a treasured sword, refurbished and renewed after a long battle, yearning for a glorious duel to test its edge.
"Sword Saint—Dugu Jian!"
Jiang Dali slowly rose, his robust upper body and solid legs shining with a bronze hue in the twilight glow. His muscular frame quickly shifted between states of tension and relaxation. The green-hued handle of the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber behind him shimmered with a strange light in the setting sun. The man stood steady like a rock, his powerful physique demonstrating infinite strength.
