The young swordsman in dark blue clothing slowly walked along the road.
His eyes were unfocused.
Zhao Kuo had become famous for his blade skills from a young age, with hardly any defeats among his peers, yet he suddenly faced such a great upheaval. After parting ways with Li Yinxiang, he seemed somewhat lost.
The renowned blade, Green Elegance, in his right hand suddenly seemed less sharp.
His mind was a fog, the shadow of that strike replaying over and over, each time more fierce, each time more domineering. He stumbled forward, unaware of his surroundings, only realizing he had reached his master's front gate when he unconsciously stopped.
Zhao Kuo looked up and saw the bold strokes forming "Huangfu," he smiled bitterly, unsure if he should enter. Just then, someone stepped out, walking briskly. Upon seeing Zhao Kuo, he exclaimed softly in surprise, paused, and said with a smile:
