Qing Xiaotong looked at Yun Lintian and asked. "Did you comprehend the Heaven Piercing Sword Art entirely?"
Yun Lintian was slightly surprised by the question but still replied truthfully. "Yes."
"Show me." Qing Xiaoting's flashed with a hint of surprise.
Yun Lintian found a bamboo stick nearby and began to display the sword dance he learned from the shadowy figure.
His movements were gentle like a spring breeze and stable as a mountain. There was no sword intent or profound meaning, but everyone could feel a sense of mystery within it. It was as though they were staring at abstract art—it was there, but difficult to understand the concept.
Soon, Yun Lintian stopped and fell into deep thought. This time, his understanding of this mysterious sword art grew stronger. It wasn't all about power but rather control. As long as he mastered it, any sword in his hand would become a part of his body. He could move it freely, just like moving his limbs.
