The mountain path wound endlessly, Xiao Wuji walked alone in silence.
At this moment, his mood was as complex as the road before his eyes.
A few days ago, his encounter with Hai Cangfeng hadn't determined a winner, but it had… distinguished the "superior" from the "inferior."
He had always thought that most of those so-called heroes were more talk than action, so he hadn't taken Hai Cangfeng seriously at first.
However, as soon as they crossed swords, he realized that he couldn't win.
At least… not with the sword.
It didn't take long for Hai Cangfeng to see through the secrets of Xiao Wuji's sword skill and know that continuing the fight was pointless. So, he stopped in time and left with the words, "Your martial arts are pretty good," before striding away.
After the other left, Xiao Wuji stood alone in the bamboo forest for a long time, until the sweat on his hands had dried, before finally sheathing his sword.
