Azief body right now is surrounded by sword intent as the wind could not even come near and touched him as that sword intent cut them even before they could even touch the sleeve of his robe.
Xi Feng stopped his movement as he looked at his teacher back figure. He smiles a bit as he looks at that lonely back.
It was like his teacher is a sword. A sword that is sheathed. Xi Feng guess that when that sword is unsheathed, it would shock the world.
A bird flew near Azief. He saw the birds flapping its wing merrily welcoming the warmth of spring and Azief smiles.
Azief could guess, that spring this year would come in another week.
'Another week then' he said as he sits there looking at the mundane world with some kind of longing.
Behind him, Xi Feng continues his training. All the while, the schemes of the people in the background is slowly inching closer to affect the entire martial art world.
