Hang Yong followed Master and Senior Uncle slowly through the area that was considered a place of peace and natural beauty. Jiangnan was known for its fine scenery, a saying that had spread for hundreds of years and was naturally true. But he had no leisure in his heart to enjoy the landscape.
His muscles were tense all over, and the palm of his right hand, which held the sword, was sweaty and had dried repeatedly, already slick.
Their Liu Sword Sect was just an obscure little sect on Jiangnan Road.
The Gang Leader had once wandered through Jianghu on the edge of life and death, learning martial arts. He had even spent several years under Heavenly Mountain, learning a Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique from a master.
But it was only a rudimentary sword technique from Heavenly Mountain. In the eyes of the ordinary people of Jianghu, it was already considered a superior dharma.
