Above the Nine Heavens, the Night Fog Sea lies shrouded in darkness.
On the wooden boat, someone whispers, "Speaking of asking for guidance, yet immediately naming Taiyi, and those who conquered the Thirty-Six Heavens—is this a sign of confidence, or rather a touch of arrogance?"
Many nod, agreeing with him, believing those on the other side are quite conceited, with their posture somewhat high-handed.
Amidst the ink-like clouds, the Black Tower, standing like an inserted peak, once again emits voices of challenge, not just one or two beings speak.
"Friends from Yujing, we sincerely wish to learn from you, so naturally we want to spar with the strongest. What is wrong with choosing Taiyi?"
"I wield the sword, and should thus challenge 'One Sword'. I hope you can generously teach me!"
...
Qin Ming stands quietly, his name continuously being mentioned, truly embodying the saying "twelve volumes of military books, each volume bearing one's name."
