"Doubt... about what?"
"Whether I'm qualified to be your master, whether I have the right to teach you."
"Of course not! You are a Kishin Disciple, and all the exorcists praise you highly." The girl hurriedly lowered her head, the ponytail at the back of her head swaying uneasily.
"But to you, that's probably just hearsay, right? No need to be so nervous. As your master, I need to let you directly understand my level in Sword Dao. Look up—"
As Kamiyagawa's words fell, his figure moved.
The bamboo sword in his hand slashed through the air.
The bamboo sword drew a magnificent arc, around its trajectory, as if even time and space stood still, the air was instantly sucked away, everything fell into silence.
The originally lively and vivid scene in the basement became like a black-and-white silent film.
The direction of the sword energy seemed capable of slicing through the sun, moon, and stars.
