While our master was away traveling, he entrusted our training to the eldest senior sister, who seemed to be an ordinary Golden Core cultivator.
She always made us practice all sorts of boring techniques that seemed completely useless.
At the sect tournament, I defeated every opponent with my sword and took first place, earning the admiration of the crowd. Deep down, I had long since dismissed my senior sister's methods with contempt.
That changed the day the legendary heir to the Demonic Saber, a reclusive master of unfathomable strength, stormed our sect. The swordsmanship I had been so proud of was utterly outmatched.
At the brink of life and death, the foolish senior sister we had always looked down on stepped out slowly, holding a withered branch.
“Watch closely. I will teach you this sword strike just once.”
The branch tapped lightly. The Demonic Saber shattered, its heir fell to his knees, and all beneath heaven fell silent.
The entire cultivation world went wild with speculation: just who was that mysterious white-robed sword immortal…
