August. The sun was a blazing fire.
Under the continuous high heat, the earth was baked until it cracked, and all living things drooped listlessly.
Inside the quiet room, Yu Fei's eyes were shut tight. The Cyan Lotus Sword before his forehead pulsed with a chilling killing intent. Outside, Yan Sea and Su Yue waited, their hearts so anxious they felt like they were waiting outside a delivery room.
Previously, Yu Fei had declared with absolute confidence that he would achieve Perfection Sword Intent within five days and shatter the third Sword Intent left behind by Mr. Lanren.
But now, it was the seventh day. Yu Fei's blood refinement was nearing completion, yet he still hadn't overcome the hurdle of his Sword Intent.
Yan Sea sat in a chair, sipping his tea one mouthful at a time. Su Yue paced back and forth, her steps growing faster and faster.
