Chapter 844 - 107 Murong Longtu Falls (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3
"Are you two really going to swallow the entire Martial World?"
Jiangnan Eighteen States, Murong Family.
That seemingly ordinary wooden sword suddenly lit up.
This wooden sword had been here for a long time. Murong Qiushui wanted to use Zither Sound to awaken the Sword Spirit of this wooden sword, but she always failed. The wooden sword just sat there quietly, allowing the wind to blow over it, birds to perch on it, enduring the wind and rain, still and ordinary.
Sometimes, even Murong Qiushui doubted whether the anomaly she saw with the sword before was just a figment of her imagination. Yet, she continued to play the zither daily, using her family’s Cultivation Technique to attempt to catalyze the sword, but to no avail.
But on this day, Murong Qiushui knew it was the time Murong Longtu called for a showdown in the martial world. She lost the desire to play the zither, overwhelmed with panic, and her zither sound was bound to be chaotic. All she could do was reminisce about the past, remembering how the tall old man would hold her.
Remembering how he would let her sit on his back to pick flowers when fruit appeared on the trees, and how the swordsman once lowered his head to craft flower wreaths with his nimble hands, making sturdy toys for her to play with.
In the past, she believed grandpa was the strongest swordsman in the world.
But at this moment, memories from the past came flooding back, she realized.
The strongest swordsman in the world was her grandfather.
The myriad experiences she thought she’d almost forgotten were now vividly clear. Murong Qiushui couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle with sadness, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She hastily wiped them away, suddenly hearing the sound of the wind.
The wind stirred gently, fiercely echoing like sword sound, softly resonating like sword sound.