「Green Cloud Mountain, rear mountain.」
Next to the wooden house, a figure in cyan robes stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the sea of clouds before him.
Suddenly, his body stirred, and he became like a gust of wind, swirling into the sea of clouds, or perhaps a cloud cluster, a part of the sea itself.
His path left no trace.
A moment later, the Cyan-robed Guest returned to his starting point.
His Light Skill had undoubtedly reached an inconceivable, supreme peak.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Suddenly, the sound of applause echoed. The Cyan-robed Guest looked towards the source and saw that, at some unknown point, a figure had appeared on the open ground.
So, the inevitable has arrived.
The Cyan-robed Guest seemed to have anticipated this, showing no surprise.
In his line of sight was a middle-aged swordsman in black robes, emanating a sharp aura unique to swordsmen. This man's aura was in no way inferior to that of the Cyan-robed Guest.
