"Test of the Sword Spirit?!"
Wang Anfeng's heart pounded heavily, and Shi Huaidie had already stepped aside, nodding lightly, her voice calm, saying: "That's right."
"The Thousand-Year Sword Spirit is closer to the legendary immortals and gods than it is to humans. Its test is likely to be mysterious and inscrutable, not something that can be passed just by having sufficient martial arts skill..."
"I can say no more, and I cannot walk further. How to proceed from here, you'll have to rely on yourself."
A myriad of fragmented thoughts flitted through Wang Anfeng's mind in an instant, but outwardly, he appeared even more composed and calm. He nodded, transferred the blade in his hand to his left hand, and raised his right hand to press it against the door of the grass hut.
Though it's called the dream of the Sword Spirit, the sensation is no different from that of real wood.
He paused slightly, applied a bit of force, and with a creak, pushed the wooden door open inward.
