'Truly profound...'
Fang Han opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a turbid breath, a sharp light glinting in his gaze.
Although he only had a preliminary understanding, he could already sense the vast depth and terrifying power of this Top Grade Sword Technique. It was far beyond what the Wind-Splitting Swordsmanship could compare to.
He delayed no longer. After reviewing the manual's contents in his mind once more, he placed it back into the Purple Sandalwood Box and stored it away.
Then, he picked up his Cyan Blade Sword, pushed open the door, and walked toward the familiar clearing in the woods.
It was now afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow on the ground.
The clearing was deserted, with only the rustling sound of wind brushing past the treetops.
