On a whim, she also wanted to play with the mysterious rainwater.
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When Xu Chang'an entered the courtyard of the main building with a medicine chest on his back, he paused and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face.
Te... teacher?
He saw Li Zhibai practicing sword in the courtyard, wielding the very sword Yun Qian wanted.
The longsword in her hand moved like an extension of her body, leaving trails of faint fluorescent light in the air, completely enveloping her in a net of swords.
Heavy rain kept falling from the sky, Li Zhibai's body was thoroughly soaked by the raindrops, yet strangely, despite being surrounded by an impenetrable sword net, it didn't disrupt the rhythm of the falling rain at all, as if the glaring longsword was merely a phantom, constantly weaving through the gaps between raindrops.
Raindrops slipped off the hem of Li Zhibai's Daoist robe, yet her movements became even more fluid, leaving numerous sword shadows in the courtyard.
