Time flew by, and before long, most of the holiday had passed.
July 14th.
Swordsmanship Club Public Sword Room
Lin Fei stood in front of the sword rack, reaching out to gently touch the blade of the Black Demon Sword. Almost every chance he had, he would meticulously ponder over the Black Demon Sword. Of course, to others, it looked like he was just checking the patterns on the blade. He performed this motion countless times every day, leading others to assume he was just very fond of that sword.
Behind him was a group of students slowly swinging their swords under Lin Yuanshan's guidance. Their shouts and callouts were somewhat out of sync, occasionally ringing out. These students were all clad in the same white uniforms, striking clumsy poses—most of them were new recruits. Seasoned students like Zhou Ting from the previous batch, who had acquired a solid foundation, had moved to the second public sword room, where different instructors taught advanced swordsmanship.
