That was its goal: it wanted to become a true Swordsman!
But, having obtained its own sword and comprehended its own swordsmanship, what was it still missing to ultimately become a true Swordsman?
Right, what was it still missing? Su Ping didn't know either.
The Paperman now seemed to have thoroughly fulfilled all the conditions to be a true Swordsman; the sword and swordsmanship themselves were symbols of a Swordsman. But could the Paperman still not be called a Swordsman now?
Su Ping pursed his lips. He turned his head, his gaze slightly intensifying.
He suddenly looked beyond the isolation glass wall of the Undead basement, a place ordinary Papermen couldn't go, but Qian Yi could come and go freely.
There were sofas for resting. To cater to the Paperman's mood, Su Ping had also placed the martial arts film projection screen there. It was the Paperman's biggest pastime and entertainment, and Su Ping wasn't cruel enough to deprive it of that.
