Qingyun Mountain Range.
Inside the Sect Master's Grand Hall.
Since being publicly defeated by Ye Feng, Qingyun Zhenren had been spurred into action from shame, and he cloistered himself in the Grand Hall, not leaving for many days, deeply consolidating his cultivation level.
On this day.
Fortune favored him, and the Sword Qi burst forth from his body, tearing a huge gash in the roof of the grand hall, ushering in brilliant sunlight.
"Hahaha!"
"Ye Feng, I truly should thank you. I, this true man, have finally broken through the Perfection level of the "Green Cloud Sword Technique" and successfully comprehended a thread of Sword Intent, it's sheer delight!"
Qingyun Zhenren stood up, and his aura became even more intense, making him seem like an unparalleled treasured sword out of its sheath wherever he went.
Boom!
