"Little Brother Su, look at the man next to Master Gu, the one with the blade on his back. That's Grand Master Mo Guhong, another expert at the Divine Storage Realm. Rumor has it his blade techniques have reached the Transformation Realm, and he once split the eighty-foot-wide waterfall on Tiger Roar Mountain with a single strike!"
Su Yu didn't dare to scan the area with his Divine Sense again. The Inner City was teeming with experts, so he couldn't afford to be careless. He simply looked from afar with his naked eye.
Mo Guhong wore a conical bamboo hat, and all Su Yu could see underneath was the weathered face of a middle-aged man.
However, as a fellow master of the Sword Dao, Su Yu could still sense a sharp blade intent emanating from the man's gaze and movements.
No matter the situation, the blade on his back could be drawn in an instant. This was a habit cultivated by masters of the Sword Dao over many long years.
