“Cheonma….”

Hearing the name, the Sword Saint’s expression immediately darkened.

“Just as I thought.”

His voice, brimming with restrained hostility, trembled slightly.

“You’re the one who turned Wudang into rubble.”

[Ah.]

Cheonma responded, almost as if he had just remembered.

[That’s right. That did happen.]

His tone was casual, indifferent—like recalling a trivial event.

The Sword Saint’s expression contorted further.

It wasn’t just any place—it was Wudang’s stronghold.

Not only had an intruder breached it, but one of their elders had also been killed.

That incident had nearly shattered Wudang’s standing.

And yet this man acted as if it wasn’t …