Chapter 609: The Roar of the Sacred Sword

On a moonlit night, surrounded by mountains, streams, and waterfalls, a man in his mid-twenties stood silently. Under the moonlight, his features were so precisely defined, they seemed to be sculpted by a master craftsman, exuding an aura of ethereal purity. The waterfall splashed occasionally, but not a drop touched his robes. "The rookie novices are coming to challenge us. They sent me to ask your opinion on how we should handle these little birds," said a young man of similar age, who appeared...