Hou Niao had finally become a bona fide Sword Cultivator. When the Flying Sword slashed through the air, the satisfaction he felt was beyond the imagination of others.
Combining other Tongxuan abilities, he imagined himself soaring through the sky, Divine Sense reaching out hundreds to thousands of miles, with everything his eyes could see and the sword could reach feeling exhilarating!
The future was bright, yet the path was winding; at least in the short term, he could not achieve that scene he imagined.
He could not soar either, for soaring referred to a thousand feet high, and he currently managed to climb to a hundred feet, often negotiating crosswinds, flying askew, and moving in a flamboyant manner.
