"Sss sss sss——"
A faint sound of wind being split came from far to near, figures from all directions rapidly converged, then all stopped in unison before a plot of rice field, revealing seven men and women of different heights and builds.
The seven, upon seeing the rice field, all cupped their fists respectfully toward it, as if some extraordinary personage resided within this patch of rice.
But aside from a farmer, what extraordinary personage could there be in a rice field?
At the very least, this rice field itself looked somewhat extraordinary. Any Martial World people with a bit of eye power could see that every single rice stalk had been cut at almost exactly the same height by the same Saber Skill, and each cut took down a whole swath.
As if the farmer cutting the rice wasn't holding a sickle, but a blade of ten or twenty zhang long, displaying an astonishing grasp and precision in the use of Saber Qi.
