"Sword... Palace?"
Chen Zhixing stood in front of the black grand hall, raised his head to look at the blurry ancient characters on the plaque of the hall, and only after a long while did he recognize the two characters for Sword Palace.
Without any hesitation, Chen Zhixing pushed the door open and entered.
Without any resistance, without any restriction, Chen Zhixing easily walked in.
A gust of stale air hit him in the face, and Chen Zhixing gently covered his nose, fanning it away as he looked ahead.
Swords!
Swords everywhere!
An array of swords, each with a different design, their tips pointing down, densely suspended throughout the hall!
"Oh?"
Chen Zhixing slightly raised his eyebrows and casually grabbed a sword in front of him.
The divine sword, which had appeared sharp and unmatched, containing celestial radiance, disintegrated inch by inch into flowing sand upon touching Chen Zhixing's fingers, slipping through his fingers.
