With a tap of his foot, the old scholar strode past 400 kilometers of river and mountain and gracefully landed at the location where Chen Ping'an had unleashed the sword strike just then. He started to slowly stroll around, and he raised his arm and bent his fingers as he knocked on the surrounding air. It looked as if he were randomly knocking on nonexistent doors. 

However, there was no response, so the old scholar had no option but to put his arm down and say in exasperation, "This doesn't make sense! This kind of behavior is akin to setting up a tent in someone else's home. Forget about it, I'll just wait."

The old scholar patiently waited for the sword spirit to show herself. After waiting for a long time, he stood up on the spot to mull over a difficult question. He didn't appear impatient in the least.

A light ripple appeared in the air, after which a tall woman strode out from the faintly discernible void with Chen Ping'an in her hands.

The old scholar came to his senses, and he immediately said, "I admit defeat. Let's not fight anymore. In any case, it's already not important whether the remaining two sword strikes are launched, right?"

There was a hint of a smile on the sword spirit's face, and she asked, "Then how are we going to settle your two provocations toward me?"

"The same mistake shouldn't be made more than three times, right?" the old scholar said with a laugh.

The tall woman looked toward Tassel Mountain and asked, "Is he the new mountain god of Tassel Mountain? How long has he been in this position?"

"Exactly 6000...