The translucent sword flowers reflected an edge as frosty as snow.
The petals fell one by one.
And all the grandeur concerning the sword momentum dissipated, as if it had never been.
He returned the sword to its sheath.
It was as specific as Cui Yigeng had been.
The two world-famous swords each quieted down.
Those bent green bamboos stood upright again, and those sharp bamboo leaves, of course, softened their edges.
Only then could the wind blow in.
Thus came the sound of rustling.
Bamboo Sea listens to the tide.
"You won." Cui Yigeng emerged from a state of 'emptiness' and said calmly, "Do you need me to announce to the world through the Academy?"
Jiang Wang earnestly replied, "I came here solely for sparring, not for fame. The world will not know the result of this battle."
Cui Yigeng simply responded with an "Oh."
It truly wasn't anything important.
Jiang Wang then clasped his hands in farewell, "Farewell."
