One month later, Duncan stood before the archway once more.
There was a remarkably marked difference in the Duncan who currently stood before the archway. His posture was different, the way his body looked was different, and even the temperament he exuded was different.
For the past month, Duncan has been training non-stop on the hill. In the morning, Duncan would work on his body with his primitive exercises. He only added more and more weight to his routine. Apart from that, he did exactly the same thing.
At night, he would meditate and try to cultivate his qi. The rich spiritual energy in the environment aided him greatly and he was currently just shy of reaching the eighth level of the Qi Gathering realm.
Even when taking rest, Duncan would try to sit and meditate with his sword. He would try to glean more about the elusive concept of cutting with a sword and ponder over his thoughts nonstop.
