Rustle~~
Swish~~
The gentle breeze blew past, making the leaves rustle, and the withered yellow leaves fell gracefully.
The sound of the river mixed with it, giving a sense of natural tranquility.
Cultivation knows no passage of time; in the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed.
Lin Zheyu stood on the open ground by the river, holding a long blade, practicing tirelessly.
The saber skill was ancient; each move, though powerful, seemed not to contain too much intricacy.
To an ordinary onlooker, Lin Zheyu's saber skill would merely seem ordinary, lacking the flamboyant and imposing aura of a master.
Only true experts could perceive the immense power contained within Lin Zheyu's simple saber skill.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Sizzle—
The blade edge sliced through the void, whizzing through the breeze with a sizzling sound.
Simultaneously, invisible ripples of rules emanated; each swing could cleave a barely perceptible void rift.
Hoo~
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
