Xie Shan had just bumped into a young scholar carrying twin swords outside of the pastry shop in the city and dared not raise his eyes recklessly again, afraid of bumping into someone else. He knew that not everyone in the region below the mountains was kind, and he wasn't carrying a sword with him.
The disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Sect had to undergo a martial arts assessment, where only after being able to break through thirty-three layers of Iron Armor with a single stroke of the sword were they allowed to descend the mountain carrying the ancient longsword engraved with the words "Heavenly Mountain."
But he thought, even if he had brought a sword, it wouldn't be of much use, for he had hardly learned any sword moves. If he bumped into someone with a bad temper and got into a conflict, he was bound to suffer a loss. And if he lost his sword, that would be even worse.
