Lord Zheng was startled.
He knew how sharp this sword was; if he'd been the slightest bit careless earlier, his own fingers would have been neatly chopped off.
"The world is too vast; I only mind the four feet in front of me."
The Sword Saint kept repeating that sentence, while Longyuan continued to float at his side.
"So what if the world is vast? My sword is only four feet long."
The Sword Saint fell into deep thought and sat down cross-legged on the spot.
"What has the vast world to do with me? The body of my sword is but four feet."
The Sword Saint started questioning and answering himself.
"The four feet before me, that is me; beyond those four feet, that is the world."
Longyuan quivered and hummed nonstop; it seemed to have a spirit, joyfully cavorting beside its master.
"The four feet before me, that's my world."
"Buzz!"
Longyuan dropped straight down in front of the Sword Saint, half its blade thrust into the floor tiles.
The Sword Saint slowly closed his eyes.
