Just as Zhang Xiaohua thought, there was indeed an open space in the bamboo forest, and no one was there at the moment. Zhang Xiaohua took his stance and practiced Beidou Divine Fist nine times, allowing the increasingly robust flow of energy to circulate throughout his body before finishing his routine.
Afterward, Zhang Xiaohua carefully looked around to make sure no one was there before activating the little sword and displaying its sixteen variations of sword skill. He didn't know if it was because he had replaced the tree branch or because of his mood, but these sword techniques became effortless to execute. The Nameless warmth happily flowed from somewhere on his shoulder towards his left hand. In the past, the warmth would disappear when it reached his left hand, but now it didn't. Instead, it all poured into the little sword Zhang Xiaohua was holding. As he swung the sword, it gradually emitted a faint black light, though it was quite weak and didn't attract much attention.
