Ji Ning walked to the bookcase that only held sword-arts manuals, carefully flipping through the others. After confirming his decision, he then picked up the abridged version of the [Heavenraker].
"Senior apprentice-brother, I choose this one, [Heavenraker]," Ning said.
With the Heavenraker Swords in his hands, he would of course choose [Heavenraker].
"Fine." Silvermoon nodded, then waved his hand. A series of thick tomes appeared within his hands; this was the full version of the [Heavenraker] technique which Daofather Heavenrake had created. Ning's eyes immediately lit up as he accepted the tomes. As he opened them up, he couldn't help but lose himself within their contents. Ning couldn't be bothered to move around, and so he just sat down right there on the ninth floor of the Divinities Palace and began to analyze this sword-art.
...
Summer left, winter came. A full year had passed.
