Time flew by, and another month passed.
In that month, Yino didn't do anything special to prepare; his life revolved around his cultivation at Ranmo Peak. Every day, besides taking the pills from the head of Hundred Spirits Pavilion, he practiced his swordplay in the yard, played chess with his senior sister at night, and regularly drained the spirit energy from the poor little deer. But above all, his greatest joy was winding down each evening with a little interaction with his senior sister, nurturing their bond.
After all, for Yino, having the title of Sword Saint thanks to his sword holy dao physique meant he had to work hard so his senior sister would look at him in awe. Wouldn't it be a waste of emotional value if he didn't?
In fact, his natural talent in swordsmanship truly filled the last gap in his abilities. Now, not only did he make Yuyan concede in chess, but he also astonished her every time he practiced his swordplay.
