Everything that follows has nothing to do with him.
But...
What about the price?
Buzz!
Sword Hemp trembled, choosing resistance.
Wen Ting smiled at this, his azure robe dancing in the wind and snow, his gentle gaze looking into the Central Region as he softly said:
"But if I don't go forward, who else would dare to?"
"If I do not contend for this path, who would dare to forge ahead to the Burial Sword Tomb in the future?"
There was a pause, and Wen Ting's brow furrowed sternly, as silver sword energy soared into the sky from the Burial Sword Tomb, triggering thunder calamity, drawing the attention of all in the five regions.
"Lend me your power, Sword Hemp."
"It's time for me to unsheath my sword!"
...
"No!"
"Don't unsheath it!"
Gou Wuyue took a step forward, then retreated two steps, backing away to Yue Gongnu's side not far behind.
Guidance!
This is guidance!
