Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle, clearly seeing his own flying knife made of Black Iron Wood veer slightly to the left.
Since the day he stopped to rest and repair himself, three more days had passed, after which he hadn't rested again.
Yiin Yang and Chuxue, still from time to time, left the carriage carrying an aura of slaughter, while Zong Shou continued to do nothing, staying inside the carriage.
Aside from practicing swordsmanship and movement techniques daily, as well as using the Guiding Skill to gather Spiritual Energy from all directions to strengthen his physique, he had added one more task: practicing with these flying knives made from Black Iron Wood.
Whenever his body felt tired, Zong Shou would stand in front of a window and use any nearby objects as a target to shoot the flying knives at.
