"Swish!"
The one handed sword, stained with some rust, swung down sharply, the reasonably sharp blade slicing through the air, producing a piercing whistle.
Sweat flowed down his cheeks, splashing onto the meadow, turning into sparkling droplets.
The young man with short brown hair, eyes resolute, maintained the most standard posture despite his arms trembling slightly from exertion, relying on perseverance, swinging the longsword in his hand over and over again.
Xia Nan, sitting not far away by the creek, withdrew his gaze from the brown-haired youth.
At present, it had been three days since he arrived at Grey Valley Village.
Compared to the previously dangerous adventure tasks, life in the village was far from being as fulfilling and exciting as in River Valley Town, yet it brought him a long-lost tranquility amidst the fields and streams.
Vier's small request before parting was actually very simple.
