Duann Ming immediately recognized Ye Qingzhou, knowing he was the champion of this Sword Fighting Competition: "Kid, an unparalleled divine weapon like the Emperor's Sword Longyuan is not something you can covet."
"You misunderstand. What I seek is the sword in my heart, not the sword in my hand."
Ye Qingzhou's gaze did not waver, though he could vaguely feel that what had been calling to him these past few days was precisely the Emperor's Sword Longyuan in Duann Ming's hand.
But for him, a divine weapon is ultimately just an external object. Humans can use tools but should not overly rely on them. Only by continually improving oneself can one achieve true strength.
In Ye Qingzhou's resolute eyes, Duann Ming also saw his unwavering heart for seeking the sword, just as he had in the past.
"It's been a long time since I've seen a young man as arrogant as you, actually wanting to use me as your whetstone."
