But Zhao Zuo believed that even after experiencing so much cruelty, one should not lose their principles, nor forget their identity and responsibilities.
The silver blade cut through the air. Sunlight glinted off the sword's edge, casting a blinding glare into Zhao Zuo's eyes. He blinked instinctively, and Lin Hao seized the opening, leaving another wound on Zhao Zuo's body.
Wounded, Zhao Zuo immediately pulled back to regulate his ragged breathing.
HUFF...
But Lin Hao gave him no time to recover, pouncing on him again like a mad dog. His blade, like a deboning knife, struck relentlessly from cunning and lethal angles.
In the heat of battle, the image of Zhao Qingmeng would occasionally flash before Lin Hao's eyes. He was plagued by guilt toward his sister, and it was this guilt that prevented his Sword Moves from reaching Perfection.
'The Gentleman's Sword must be righteous and true, never straying from one's original intentions.'
