The circular void channel, seemingly composed of countless shimmering scales, was wide enough to accommodate fifty people walking side by side, with no visible end in sight. Now and then, currents of chaotic void would approach, rubbing against its walls and creating ripples upon collision.
A tall and a short figure stood together in the middle of the void channel.
Fulfilling his master's instructions, Yao Yuxuan had been practicing 'Cloud Mist Thirteen Styles.' With each stroke of his sword, clouds and mist seemed to swirl around it, rendering his swordplay unpredictable.
Shi Xiaole approved inwardly.
Indeed, as someone ingrained with the essence of the sword, Yao Yuxuan was only nine years old and had been training for merely a few months. Yet he had cultivated twenty-one sword techniques to the Transformation Phase and even grasped the concept of the cloud's essence. His talent was more astonishing than that of Zhang Xiangfeng and Liu Ruofei.
