Wei Cheng couldn't even fathom the silky smoothness he could achieve when controlling the Savage Short Sword as an Out-of-body Spirit at its limit.
It truly surpasses what could be achieved with just physical manipulation.
It felt as if generations were being separated, like an ancient ox-cart can never comprehend racing cars.
When it moved slowly, the difference wasn't really noticeable, but when it sped up, particularly during swift circling movements, the perfect micro-adjustment of angles was extremely exciting for Wei Cheng.
It was no less satisfying than an old man in his seventies maintaining his health with tireless daily exercises.
Nor was it less exhilarating than a common man drifting around corners in a race car.
This has far exceeded the realm of technique, it had reached the level of the soul.
"Comfortable!"
