A long time later, the area returned to calm.

Only one person remained here.

It was Tu.

She laid there on Heaven Executor with one leg crossed over the other and her hands behind her head while holding the wine gourd in her mouth.

She’d fallen asleep.

But she was muttering incessantly.

If one listened carefully, it was—“The Emotionless Sword Dao… An unfettered heart without any other desires, and so the sword is completely devoid of other desires… The body as a sword, the mind as the mind of the sword. You have no emotions, and so does your sword; you have no desires, and so does your sword.”

She suddenly sat up at this point and patted her own face, “I just lost by a single move! It’s not a big deal! I lost to our strongest form too! Sigh, she said my Sword Dao has flaws… Ugh, I need to beat someone up.”

She vanished on the spot on her sword.

Meanwhile, a sword cultivator walked slowly toward the distance.

Some time later, the sword cultivator suddenly...