"There's no sword this fast in the world." He said.
"Absolutely no sword this fast?"
"Absolutely not."
"Why?"
"Because my sword is the fastest sword in the world." Yue Muzhou looked at him.
The steps were quiet for a moment, only the rain gently whispered.
This was a spring night in the fourth year of Serrated Scale, Yue Muzhou was twenty-seven years old, and not many people knew his name. Two years later, he participated in the Feather Scale Test for the first time, ranking twenty-third on the Crane List.
"If there is such a place." Pei Ye was convinced, but he didn't move his gaze, speaking slowly, "Suppose our space is a sheet of paper. Everything we touch, all of us, are on the front of this paper, but someone can reach the back of this paper."
