"Morning, Father. I've been awake for a long time." Lu Sheng nodded. He stood to the side as he silently observed Luo Di practicing his swordplay.
After observing for a while, he noticed that this body's father Luo Di had extremely messy sword skills—every stroke of his sword erupted with a force that was slightly stronger than an ordinary man.
Although the difference was not much, in a fight to the death, the slight difference in strength and agility would be as great as the difference between the heavens and the earth—between life and death.
Also, Lu Sheng noticed that this father had a great endurance. He was almost in his fifties, yet he was able to maintain such a strong physique. He had to have possessed some secret within his body.
After finishing his messy swordplay, Luo Di heaved a sigh. He returned the slightly mottled silver chopper into its sand skin scabbard.
