Stretching his stiff and sore muscles, Fang Han pushed open the door to the Quiet Chamber.
Outside, sunlight streamed through the leaves of the bamboo forest, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
The mess in the courtyard had been mostly cleaned up. The broken bamboo stalks were gone, and the cracks in the ground had been largely filled.
Only the deep gashes on the courtyard walls remained, a testament to the eruption of Sword Intent from that morning.
A few servants were busy at work. Seeing Fang Han emerge, they hurriedly bowed in greeting.
Fang Han gave a slight nod, crossed the courtyard, and arrived at the open space where he usually practiced.
The Cloud Splitting Sword hung at his waist. He didn't draw it, merely standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
'Next, it's time to practice the *Wind and Cloud Escape*.'
