Constant daily practice brought about excellent results. Although Sword Pill hadn't advanced, Zhou Wen's sword technique had improved tremendously.
Although it wasn't as good as his movement technique, he had already gained some level of mastery in the way of the sword. It wasn't like before when he only used a sword as a blade to slash at people.
With practice came interest. Although they were all swords, the usage and concepts of different swords were different. Some very subtle things could not be understood by just looking at them. He had to experience them personally.
As he had truly put in hard work, be it his sword intents or the thirteen sword arts, they had advanced by leaps and bounds. Zhou Wen felt that the thirteen sword arts were likely to be the second Mythical technique he would master.
Seven days had passed, but the Seven Seas Dragon King remained motionless. It slept in the cave, somewhat different from what Zhou Wen had imagined.
