The Faint Sword Dao Lord stood tall among the swirling blade clouds, slowly closing his eyes. Within mere breaths, he effortlessly harmonized his respiratory rhythm with the subtle flow of the wind and the surrounding spatial resonance of the hall.
Usually, achieving such absolute synchronization with the environment was a meticulous process that required ordinary sword masters several long minutes of intense focus, yet it posed no challenge whatsoever to this young sword genius.
From the stone floor below, Lady Liú and her stepmother, Xue Jiying, watched the young man in the heavens with deep, contrasting layers of anticipation.
