Beads of sword qi soared into the sky, and the Green Mountain and white clouds were silent.
A wisp of sword qi suddenly burst out from the precipice and poured into the clouds. It was like a resplendent beam of light that had torn open a hole in the clouds in the sky.
Under the pine tree, Li You'an's Confucian shirt fluttered in the mountain wind. He stared at the sword qi that soared into the sky in a daze.
He originally thought that An Le was going to fail. After all, he had sat in front of the cliff for a day and a night without any movement. Didn't this mean that he had failed in his comprehension?
Of course, Li You'an did not find it strange that An Le had failed in his comprehension. It was normal for him to fail in his comprehension of the sword qi left behind by the Sacred Teacher. After all, many geniuses he had brought over the years had failed in the same manner.
