The last ray of twilight vanished from the sky. The vast land was enveloped in the thick darkness of night.
"Master, this woman is very strong. She didn't use her full strength when we clashed just now," Guan Changyun whispered, turning his head to look at Luo Xiu. "You must be careful."
Luo Xiu's expression was impassive. "Lend me the sword."
Guan Changyun was startled for a moment, then handed the broken sword to Luo Xiu.
This sword, named "Three-Foot," had been with him since he first set foot on the Martial Way and had never left his side. It could also be called his most trusted partner. To a swordsman, a sword is far more reliable than any person.
Just a short while ago, this "partner" he had taken such pride in was easily snapped in two by Luo Xiu's fingers. Yet, he hadn't discarded it. He chose to continue using the broken sword, wanting it to be a constant reminder of that day's defeat.
