Late at night, the sky was as dark as ink.
The entire Jin Nation Academy seemed very quiet.
Most of the people had gone back to rest.
Huangfu Tianlong gazed at the sky alone, filled with an indescribable melancholy.
In the Jin Nation Academy, Ye Ping closed his eyes and sat quietly on the eaves.
He was comprehending the supreme sword intent.
It seemed extremely quiet in the Jin Nation Academy.
Apart from the sound of insects, there was no other sound.
Ye Ping's eyes were tightly shut.
He wanted to comprehend the supreme sword intent.
However, no matter how Ye Ping tried, he unfortunately couldn't comprehend the so-called supreme sword intent.
It was daybreak.
Ye Ping did not feel the supreme sword intent.
He could not even sense the ordinary sword intent, let alone the supreme sword intent.
Ye Ping felt a little upset because of that.
