Standing by the lakeside in the breeze, with the morning light and dew slightly shimmering, Lu Qingshan gazed at the black carp in the small lake.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Filaments of Sword Qi, indistinguishable from the swimming fish, meandered through the lake at will.
These black carps seemed to treat the Sword Qi as their companions, frolicking joyfully with them.
To onlookers, this was incredibly astonishing.
Sword Qi, the sharpest of elements, radiating fierce energy, had somehow become so gentle that even the fish were unafraid, a level of control that could only be described as terrifying.
"Not bad, the Sword Intent is subdued, much like the swimming fish," a light praise came from behind Lu Qingshan.
The moment Lu Qingshan's heart stirred, all the Sword Qi filaments in the lake suddenly surged upward and entered his body.
Afterward, Lu Qingshan turned around.
A figure in blue robes came into view, standing just a few steps behind him.
