Ban Deming looked at Lin Zimu in front of him, and couldn't help but speak first:
"Zimu, three years ago, you and I fought to a draw. It leaves a lingering regret, making my food tasteless!"
"Three years later, after diligent training, forsaking sleep and food, I have achieved Minor Achievement."
"I have prepared for today's battle long ago, but I wonder how well you have prepared, Zimu?"
Lin Zimu glanced at him casually, holding the Seven-foot Cyan Blade in his hand, trembling slightly in the air:
"With a heart towards Dao, the sword is my heart, if you want to fight, then fight."
For those who wield the sword, it is the king among weapons.
Now a clash between two kings is imminent, everyone stared wide-eyed, afraid to miss even a single detail.
Upon hearing this, Ban Deming pulled up the corners of his mouth, raised the longsword slowly, the tip pointing directly at Lin Zimu:
"Zimu, sorry for making you wait!"
