Nearly an hour had passed, when suddenly, a figure came flying from afar.
It was an elderly man wearing a kimono, carrying someone on his shoulder, moving swiftly as he flew closer.
In an instant, he arrived at the valley entrance and the figure came to a stop.
The afternoon sunlight shone upon him; it was indeed Takeda.
And the person he was carrying on his shoulder was none other than Qiansong Hechuan.
It seemed he was a bit exhausted from the journey, and with only a few miles to Sword Saint Peak, seeing no pursuers,
Takeda tossed Qiansong Hechuan onto the roadside grass, then struck a point on Qiansong Hechuan's neck.
"Takeda, you despicable man, you're actually a spy for the East Japan Sword Saint. I have truly welcomed a wolf into my house." Once the mute acupoint was unsealed, Qiansong Hechuan furiously cursed at Takeda.
