The [Golden Honor Scroll] shattered in Su Xiao's hand, turning into a golden light that rushed into his brow.
A booming sound echoed in Su Xiao's mind, like muffled thunder, and his vision went completely dark.
Gradually, a light appeared, revealing a knife floating in the air.
This knife was entirely golden, the same color as the [Golden Honor Scroll].
'The way of the blade is the path of slaughter, the mind must be relentless, steadfast as a rock.'
An ancient voice resonated in his ears, and Su Xiao saw something in the haze.
A silhouette danced with a knife before an old tree, through the cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the tree sometimes lush, sometimes withered.
Su Xiao strained to see the silhouette more clearly, and over time, the face became distinctly clear.
It turned out, that face was his own.
Su Xiao's eyes suddenly opened wide; he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding the Dragon Slash in his hand without knowing when he had grasped it.
