"Since Hall Master Ren is eager to seek advice from me, I will satisfy your request. But I would like to know, how can I make you concede?"
The Sword Master slowly stood up, his eyes emitting a piercing brilliance that enveloped Ren Qianxing, like the sharp edge of a precious sword, giving an intense, terrifying feeling of being surrounded by countless swords.
His face was square and ancient, his expression solemn, and his elderly figure stood tall like a giant sword planted in the ground, causing everyone present to feel the pressure emanating from him.
