The starry sky was deathly silent.

On the stone steps, a swordsman walked slowly, displaying remarkable composure. At the bottom of the stairs, there was a somewhat unkempt old man with disheveled hair, long and wild, and around his waist, a black little wine flask hung.

At this moment, the disheveled old man was staring intently at the swordsman on the stone steps.

The stone steps totaled nine million nine hundred and ninety thousand feet, with ...