Zong Shou squinted his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, clearly seeing the flying knife he had carved from Iron Wood veering slightly to the left.
Since the day he had stopped to repair, three more days had passed, and since then, he had not taken any rest.
Yiin Yang and Chuxue, still occasionally left the carriage, exuding a killing intent. As for Zong Shou, he continued to do nothing and stayed inside the carriage.
Apart from practicing his swordsmanship and movement techniques daily, using the Guiding Skill to gather spiritual energy from all directions to strengthen his physique, he added one more task: practicing with these flying knives made of Black Iron Wood.
Whenever he felt tired, Zong Shou would stand by the window and use any nearby object as a target to shoot out his flying knives.
