Jiang Chen looked up at the massive Zhenjiang Stele, which stood thirty zhang high.
The stele was covered in countless marks from sabers, swords, and spears...
All of them had been left by generations of Yandu City's young talents. Only a strike above ten zhang could leave a white mark, while one above twenty zhang would leave a golden one.
The highest mark on the entire Zhenjiang Stele was at the twenty-ninth zhang!
That mark had been left by Jiang Taixu years ago, when he had leaped up from Yulan Street to strike the Zhenjiang Stele!
From the moment it was made, the mark became an insurmountable record, a legend passed down through the ages. No one could surpass it; they could only gaze up at it in awe.
Even Jiang Ziyou, who considered herself exceptionally talented, could only look up at the record set by Jiang Taixu with a profound sense of powerlessness.
