After naming all the skills that he had used or come up with himself, Iwan shook his head as none of his skills had anything to do with his mind.
'Just what is sword mind?' Iwan thought before a humming sound entered his ear.
It was Yu Lan who had turned away and now was humming like a bird that had lost its lover.
As he continued to hum, a black hilt appeared in his right hand, and soon, from just a hilt, a whole sharp black sword materialized in his right hand.
'What a sinister-looking sword. That looks like the real Widow Maker.' Iwan stared at the black sword that was seemingly pulling his whole existence into it.
While Iwan was staring at the sword, Yu Lan got into a position that suited best for a simple sword swing that was meant for a demonstration.
'Is he going to swing his sword? Is that sword mind?' Iwan wondered as he was waiting to know just what the 'sword mind' was that he had learned without even knowing about it.
