After leaving the residence, Ye Hongtao moved with extreme caution, concealing his presence. After all, the sky had not yet fully darkened, and his all-black outfit could easily attract attention.
Ye Tian, meanwhile, had glanced toward the foot of the mountain several times. He was starving, but Ye Feifei still hadn't arrived, leaving him a little exasperated.
"Don't tell me that girl forgot! Or was she held up by something? Oh, whatever. It's more important to continue practicing the Third Form!" Ye Tian muttered to himself.
The Fine Steel Sword in his hand traced one elegant flourish after another. Powerful blasts of Sword Qi shot out in all directions, tearing the surrounding ground to pieces.
The Third Form of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique could only be performed by infusing it with Dragon Spiritual Power. This was Ye Tian's biggest headache. The resulting noise could easily attract attention, but there was nothing he could do about it.
