Yang Shi was thinking about this when suddenly his attention was piqued as he heard some strange noise. It was a very smooth metallic noise. Yang Shi's senses are already enhanced due to his divine sense, so he can listen to it.
" Interesting." Yang Shi thought as he left his room and followed the sound. It was coming from the northern courtyard. Yang Shi followed it as he reached the courtyard.
It was almost dawn. A faint red could be seen in the eastern sky. At that time, a shadowy figure was drawing the sword from his scabbard. The figure drawing out his sword, then sheathing back. It was just like a cycle. But Yang Shi could feel a profound rhythm in it.
The figure suddenly stopped as he looked at Yang Shi. " Ah, It's junior brother Yang." The shadowy figure was none other than Mo Xiaowen. He was covered in sweat, but one could feel a subtle aura around him.
