Martial Cultivator Chapter 338: Morning Glow

As Gan Yong spoke, a flying sword broke out of the sword sheath. The blade was blood-red, resembling the morning glow!

After the initial defeat in the sword duel, Gan Yong did indeed experience a period of depression. However, with his loss of vision, the memories of his past gradually surfaced in his mind. The reckless and frivolous days of the past few decades were now completely clear to him. He understood completely that his current defeat was entirely self-inflicted, he only had himself to blame.

But since he had already been defeated, the choice was between continuing to abandon himself to despair for the rest of his life, or persist in climbing to the pinnacle of Sword Dao. The flying sword named 'Morning Glow' gave him the answer.

This sword was personally forged by his own hands. The cold iron used was originally not blood-red; he had dyed it in his own blood for nine-by-nine, eighty-one days. When the originally ice-cold iron was removed, it had acquired a warmth, and the overall appearance became extremely vibrant and red.

After forging this sword, although Gan Yong had not seen its true appearance, he had a clear understanding in his heart. Thus, he named it 'Morning Glow', expressing a nostalgic sentiment for his youth. It was also telling himself that even though he was blind, in the countless years to come, his heart would never grow old even if his body did. He still considered himself a sincere youth on the path of the sword.

After Gan Yong realized this, whether he had lost in the past or had become blind was no longer important.

Exhaling a deep turbid breath, as if expelling all the accumulated frustration of the past thirty years, Gan Yong lifted his head and sincerely said, "This old man originally thought that coming out of seclusion again would definitely be to seek a rematch with the opponent from back then, letting him know that this old man did not spend thirty years in vain. But in reality, if I harbored such thoughts, then the thirty years would truly have been wasted."

The Great

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