Whoosh ~ whoosh ~ whoosh ~ whoosh ~
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the wind came from the training field. Zhao Hai was practicing his swordsmanship in a warrior's uniform. He was slashing again and again like a machine. His eyes were not moving at all, as if he did not know that he was moving.
If an ordinary person were to see him like this, they would definitely think that Zhao Hai had become a fool from practicing the saber. Practicing the saber like this wouldn't have much of an effect. However, no one knew that Zhao Hai was currently comprehending the eight-gate Golden Saber.
Zhao Hai's body was practicing the saber, but his mind had already completely connected with the eight-gate Golden Saber. This was why Zhao Hai looked a little dazed.
