Gu Tingyun, an old man who had planned to pass his last years with leisure, got up each morning to drink morning dew and consume the morning sunshine before cultivating his technique for one cycle. Then, he would stare at the clouds coming up from the valley.
Behind the green pine tree on the edge of the cliff was an elegant cottage; on the stone table before the cottage was a pot of tea. It was the life of a hermit.
But now…
Standing in the mist while holding an ancient sword in his hand, he formed a sword spell with one hand and chanted, "Sword control technique! Up!"
It was silent.
"Sword control technique! Up!"
The sword tip lightly shivered.
"Is it because I didn't put enough spiritual essence in it?"
He gathered more spiritual essence. "Up!"
A sharp sword energy shot into the sky.
Wang Xie who had just come to the door was startled.
It was done!
