Under the dim dawn light, an elderly man dressed in a green Tang suit sat cross-legged.
Above him was the lush crown of a pine tree.
The man was actually not very old, just over forty.
However, his gaunt cheeks, the fine wrinkles on his forehead, and the weathered, heavy aura about him made him seem much older.
His presence exuded a sense of power and age accumulated over time.
Those with experience knew that time and the passage of years were the most powerful forces in the world.
This power, like the value of blue and white porcelain, is forged by the passage of years.
Sword Emperor!
Before the Sword Emperor lay a long blade.
The black scabbard was densely wrapped with hemp twine.
The metallic parts of the scabbard glimmered with a brass amber hue.
This blade had accompanied the Sword Emperor for most of his life.
His honor and glory were all contained within this blade.
