In contrast to what Pei Min saw in the inheritance, this was an old man. His hair was not the cloud-like black hair but instead a head of somewhat withered white hair.
Farmers passed by.
"Strange old man!"
A mischievous child ran under the peach tree.
He made grimaces at the old man, who smiled, shifted the disordered white hair from his face, and looked at the child with love.
"Old man, didn't you say you were a matchless hero before?"
"Were you an unparalleled Sword Immortal?"
"But everyone in the village says you're a madman... and I think so too."
"Where's your sword? You promised to teach me Sword Dao."
"These are two swords I begged my grandfather to carve for me. Since your sword is gone, use mine."
The child puffed up his cheeks, his eyes full of anticipation.
The old man handed over the wooden sword and tried to swing it.
"You're holding the sword wrong. Uncle Wang, who served in the army, taught me a different stance."
The child pointed at the old man.
