It was still early, so Ling Chuxi began to cultivate. Ling Gusong's needlework had given her quite a bit of inspiration. She began to ponder over the ancient sword intent that had been imprinted in the depths of her mind. Everything was the same and could not leave the scope of the laws of heaven and earth. Perhaps she did not need to spar with a top-grade sparring partner like he busi. There were other ways to comprehend it. Once she comprehended all these sword intents and made them her own, she would be able to achieve the legendary peak of extreme path martial arts.
Ling Yichen and Liang yunhuai were also engrossed in their own cultivation. Meanwhile, Huangfu qingjue kept looking out the window. No one knew what he was thinking.
