"Are you talking about Sword Intent?"
Su Sheng immediately asked aloud, which was actually something he had been struggling with previously. Holding a weapon himself, he naturally infused his emotions into it, embodying arrogance and disdain for everything.
But the sword he was currently creating was essentially custom-made for Zijun for personal use, while also allowing other female friends to practice, so he felt it was different because his Martial Dao could not enter the sword.
However, while dining that day, after experiencing a lapse in his sword technique, he had already fostered an idea, creating a semi-finished version of the Gale Storm.
"Ding ding ding..."
It was at that moment that he found the feeling; his forceful swordsmanship unleashed attack like a Gale Storm, exuding a chill.
