Lin Shen fought against himself, constantly honing both his fan and blade techniques, and continuously making modifications in the details.
His defensive posture became more and more rigorous, handling various emergencies with increasing adeptness.
The changes of the folding fan in the air also became more and more unpredictable—not as a result of Lin Shen's control but rather a result of increasing loss of control.
When Wei Wufu saw Lin Shen, he found him holding the Scrap Sword and its scabbard, battling against the folding fan fluttering in the air like a butterfly.
The folding fan even started to generate spinning cutting Qi, and although it wasn't as effective as the Scrap Sword, it was already quite terrifying.
"It's... done..." When Lin Shen stopped, Wei Wufu said.
"Did you really figure out a quick way to master it?" Lin Shen's eyes widened; he had just made up an excuse for Wei Wufu to practice that secret technique, but Wei Wufu had actually succeeded.
