Bai Mao'er looked skeptical. Murong Longtu gazed at Bai Yuanfu and said, "The grudges of the Martial World are unclear, chaotic beyond measure. The sword is in your hands, and the Sword Intent is contained within. How you decide to resolve this is up to you."
"This sword, given by me, is not for others to take."
The Green Robed Sword Madman stretched out his hand and gently touched the five-year-old child, then softly said:
"A fine swordfighter."
Murong Longtu turned and walked slowly into the distance, while Bai Yuanfu, clutching the Galaxy Sword, watched alongside Bai Mao'er as the green-robed old man grew further and further away. This Sword Madman, whose name shook the world for mastering mystical weapons, found the number of swords he wielded dwindling along the way.
Now, only ninety remained.
