The renowned Sword Pavilion of time, is merely an ordinary thatched cottage.
Built with thatch, nothing special to be seen.
Yet it stands alone at the absolute summit of a lone peak, having weathered countless storms throughout history.
The Pavilion Master, Si Yu'an, is just a middle-aged man calmly sitting on a green stone at the cliff's edge, with an ordinary demeanor.
Wearing a wide robe and large sleeves, it's hard to see his stature. His sitting posture is casual, without any earth-shaking aura.
His features are excellent, sharp and refined, with two strands of sidelocks hanging across his face, fluttering elegantly like flying. In his younger years, he must have been an extraordinary handsome man.
Ning Shuangrong led Jiang Wang to the mountain top and then left on her own.
The boardwalk gently green-clad in the distance, hidden in clouds and mist.
Jiang Wang walked forward, seriously saluting: "Jiang Wang, Marquis Wu'an of Qi Country, greets the True Monarch Si."
