In the Southeastern Region of the Great Wilderness, the standoff between the Human Domain and the Heaven Palace was tense.
At the heart of the Heaven Palace's army, everything was peaceful and quiet. The Divine Guard camps were silent, and the beings of the Hundred Races forcibly gathered here made little noise.
The Human Domain, however, was different.
Inside the main tent of the Human Domain's army, the atmosphere was particularly… awkward.
Sitting in the main seat, Xiao Jian was exceedingly troubled. It was as if this Sword Cultivator, who had cultivated to the point of having small swords stuck beneath his buttocks, could neither sit nor stand comfortably.
He was a perfectly fine Sword Cultivator.
He had never forgotten his original intention for cultivating the Sword Dao—it was purely because he believed being stylish was a lifelong pursuit.
How had he been dragged out and forced into this position?
