Chapter 5935 A Single Match
- Soon, the group was led to Heavenly Sword Pavilion's Sword Duel Platform.
- The arena floated above a rolling ocean of cloud, a flawless circle of black Test-Blade Stone. Its surface was carved by countless grooves—each a scar left by some bygone duel—and every scar still breathed a razor-sharp intent.
- At the platform's heart stood an elderly man in coarse gray robes. His hair, streaked white, tangled in the wind while he stared up at the sky as though listening to secrets only he could hear.