"Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to come up the mountain so quickly."
With that, he shook his head, waved his sleeve, and tossed down several broken longswords with a clanging sound. Judging by the breaking points, it was obvious they had been snapped by sheer brute force, showing an eerie twist despite which, the sword edge maintained a chilly blue light, clearly not ordinary weapons.
It was only then that everyone noticed his wide black robe had several tears under the arm, with sword marks almost running through his entire arm, visible and shocking, yet now beginning to heal. Some with sharp eyes had seen these wounds before, mistaking them as old injuries, but hearing his words, realizing they were just inflicted, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.
From the foot of the mountain to its peak, it didn't take much time.
In this brief moment, the wounds had already healed?
