"I, Ximen Chuixue, have devoted my entire life to the path of the sword, and I stand aloof to the matters of the world. I've lived in Beijing for many years, but there are still people who try to set me up. But it's fine. There are also plenty of people who die in my hand."
Ximen Chuixue was not affected by this. With just a few words, he spoke of his past before he bent down and swung his arm. The scattered pieces of the rack flew up before it swiftly fell together in an orderly manner. Even the medicinal herbs that were scattered all over the ground were clearly distributed on different shelves with one swing of the arm by Ximen Chuixue. His technique was so profound that people will sigh in amazement when they saw it.
But who was Happy?
When he noticed the circulation of qi from Ximen Chuixue, he instinctively noted the trajectory of Ximen Chuixue's qi circulation and the profundity in that swing of the arm.
