Hua Zhuo went to change her clothes, and Hua Yan also rose and stepped out, giving time for Su Zizhan to clean the blood from his body.
An hour later, after Su Zizhan had bathed, he heard the distant sounds of swords clashing. Dressed and ready, he walked out the door and immediately saw Hua Yan practicing her swordsmanship in the drizzling rain.
The light drizzle formed a halo of sword light around her, protecting her within a sphere of light and shadow where she seemed to flutter. The rain falling from the sky automatically parted above her, and when the wind blew, it stirred up peach blossoms that were sliced into a shower of petals by the airstreams surrounding her.
As she moved, the wind stilled, the rain stilled, and heaven and earth stilled.
This was the epitome of swordsmanship!
He too wielded a sword but had never seen anyone use it so beautifully, as if performing a sword dance that made it impossible to look away.
