The summer when you were 10, you struck out with a wooden stick, creating a Sword Qi that vanished in the blink of an eye, like an illusion.
The spring when you were 22, after finishing a school recruitment, you suddenly heard the wind blowing from behind. You turned abruptly, and that Sword Qi hit the back of your neck, slicing away the last bit of youthful spirit.
You thought it was the end.
But that day, on the stage, you saw that familiar strike.
In an instant, goosebumps rose all over your body.
You deeply felt the emotions within that sword.
It was something you had sought in your youth and never obtained.
So you were startled and wanted to pick up a wooden stick from the roadside and slash back again.
So strong and powerful!
I really want to cut this woman down from her horse!
Fortunately, Chloe hadn't gone mad yet, and with a bit of effort, suppressed the urge to have a fight that had risen.
Pa.
The music in the radio stopped.
