"How come?"

　　White clouds are like mountains.

　　The sword minister of the One Sword Sect stood at the top of the clouds, no longer having the immortal style and moral integrity he had before, and was in quite a state of disarray, looking at a sword mark on his body with an embarrassed expression.

　　Not deep.

　　But there has been bleeding.

　　He couldn't accept that he had been injured by two lowly and vulgar sword cultivators from the lower ...