Countless memories flooded his mind as Jiang Huang's gaze stayed glued to the sword. Next to the sword, he could see the silhouette of a middle-aged man who had deep blue hair like the night sky and an air of still tranquility.
Next to him, he was surrounded by a few disciples, seven of them to be exact, four young men and three young ladies, each with a matchless presence.
They were all crowding the sword, and not a moment sooner, another silhouette appeared. It was of a fourteen-year-old boy with short grey hair, simple features, short stature, slightly slender build, and slightly palish skin.
The young boy kept looking down, as he nervously tapped his fingers against one another.
His nervous actions elicited gentle laughs from the young men and women next to him.
"Little brother Jiang Huang, I keep telling you, you won't find a dao partner if you keep getting flustered like that.."