The white gown that Yi Yun had changed into before entering the sword tomb was now tattered.
The gown was not dirty, but it seemed to have been cut by a sword's blade. Cut after cut made it look like rags.
Yi Yun's long hair was hanging loose while his face seemed to exude a faint smile. His eyes were bright they shone in the dark sword tomb as if they were stars in the sky, which gave a strange feeling.
It seemed the Yi Yun, who entered the sword tomb entered 9 days ago, was now different once again.
This difference was not easily described. It seemed like there was a change in his disposition as if a sword Qi had merged right into his bones, making it as if Yi Yun himself was a sword.
"Kid, you finally came out!" Cang Yan said disgruntledly.
"Uh… I was too immersed and lost track of time. How long have I been in there?"
"It has nearly been nine days. Kid, you really are planning on learning the sword?"
