Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, sharp as an eagle's, and clearly saw his own Flying Knife, made of Iron Wood, veering slightly to the left.
Since the day he had halted to rest and repair, three more days had passed and since then, he had not stopped again.
Yiin Yang and Chuxue still left from time to time, carrying an aura of lethality, departing from the carriage. Whereas Zong Shou continued to do nothing, remaining inside the carriage.
Besides practicing swordsmanship and movement techniques daily, gathering Spiritual Energy from all directions with the Guiding Skill to strengthen his physique, he had added another task, which was practicing with these Flying Knives made of Black Iron Wood.
Whenever his body felt tired, Zong Shou would stand in front of a window, taking any nearby object as a target, and shoot out his Flying Knife.
