Beyond the mountains, on a rugged road, traveled a tall carriage. It stood twelve feet high, was black as ink, and was carved with sword-like patterns. Though it had no driver, it moved steadily, swift as the wind.
The horses pulling it were ten feet tall, like giant beasts or Demon Fiends. They snorted streams of white vapor, their power comparable to that of a Third Grade cultivation.
"Miss, it looks like someone is waving up ahead..."
A maidservant poked her head out to report.
"Perhaps it's a bandit."
The maidservant guessed.
But as soon as she said it, the maid covered her mouth and giggled.
What kind of bandit would be so bold as to rob them—the carriage belonging to the number one prodigy of the Jianghu from the Sword Cleansing Pool!
It would take a Grandmaster in person for that to even be a possibility.
But how could this limping, beggar-like young man possibly be a Grandmaster? He looked like he couldn't even win a fight against a farmer.
Soon.
