It was a silent night, just like any other; at the height of autumn, insects hastened to make their final cries, from which Hou Niao discerned a faint sense of desolation and solemnity.
Just like his mood!
To learn swordsmanship, one must possess Sword Intent, even if it's vague—this is the essence of improvement.
He couldn't yet grasp the true Sword Intent, but as autumn chilled and all things hibernated, the world became desolate, and naturally, a killing intent formed in his heart!
In the Sword Storage Tower, he had mastered the essence of several dozen straightforward and tough sword techniques, and through real combat within the Soul Realm, he had sufficiently trained and noticed an inclination toward a qualitative change from the quantitative changes.
Today was the day!
