If this mysterious state continues, and if no one delivers a wake-up slap, he might really progress further.
But just as Mr. Xiao was lost in his own world, oblivious to heaven and earth, a paper-folded sword appeared above his head from thin air.
No impressive Sword Qi, no imposing dominion over heaven and earth; the Paper Sword descended, falling within three meters in front of Zhang Ze, between him and Xiao Jing.
As the Paper Sword descended, the nearly complete domain beneath Xiao Jing's feet collapsed, and that mysterious celestial realm vanished into nothingness, even his thoughts crumbled in that instant.
Everything was severed—future, past, and present.
'It's just a paper sword.'
'Why? This can't be?'
Xiao Jing stumbled back a step, staring at the paper sword which, compared to himself, his Earth Sea Blade, or even a thread from his clothing, seemed so mundane and repulsive, with eyes full of fear.
An unfamiliar voice sounded in his ear.
