The next day.
True Martial Mountain.
Twin sisters set foot on this mountain that had recently become famous, feeling a bit awed.
The mountain was originally nameless, but it became notable because of people.
They saw swordsmen climbing with excitement, finally being guided by True Martial disciples to a certain place.
"That is the legendary... True Martial Sword Monument!"
Their spirits were lifted, just a distant glance allowed them to perceive the overwhelming sword intent within. Although they wield spears, they could draw parallels.
They saw.
At the location of the True Martial Sword Monument, high platforms had long been constructed, centered around the sword monument, continuously rising in height. Vaguely, they could see figures with long swords on their backs sitting among them, frowning in contemplation or opening their eyes in surprise. The aura of a very few made them feel apprehensive.
They stopped to watch.
