In the mountain stream.
On the solitary peak, there is a wall carved with 1,360 sword diagrams from the Sword-carrying Elder, encompassing profound sword skills and basic sword moves.
Upon close inspection, one could find that all the freehand sketches of sword diagrams in Bai Jin's painting room could be found in their original forms here, clearly early imitations.
Lu Bei knew little about drawing matters. His remedial studying of painting was simply for having a common subject with Bai Jin, for further research in the future.
All he knew was, when he touched the murals with his hand, his astounding aptitude didn't respond, indicating that this place and him were somehow related without much connection.
Zhan MingXin stood in the distance, leaving enough space for the duel of the other two. He watched closely, seizing the chance to find an opportunity for himself.
