In the blink of an eye, another three days had passed.
Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land.
A location slightly remote, where few people ever passed by year-round.
Inside a small courtyard overgrown with weeds, which was quite silent.
At that time, Luo Ze, who had grown into a teenager, was holding a Spirit Sword, his incredibly refined body exposed, which could make women drool or even go mad upon seeing it.
Continuously, inside this small courtyard where no one ever entered.
One swing, and another, and another.
Silently swinging the special Spirit Sword, personally gifted by Elder Changfeng.
"Luo Ze, I tell you, boy, don't you ever tire of this Sword Dao?"
"Almost every time I come to this deserted courtyard, I see you here practicing."
"It's as if you never rest."
Inside the courtyard.
Beside an ancient tree that had grown for countless years.
