After some time, Tie Shu opened his eyes. A streak of harshness flashed across his eyes, and then a tinge of perplexity. He seemed to be in a particularly complex mood.
Under the ancient tree, amongst the yellowed leaves, upon the stone stool, he sensed the Qi that Wang Po had left over the past few days. To his surprise, Wang Po's path of the blade had grown even more profound.
At Wang Po's level of cultivation, wanting to advance a single step more was incredibly difficult. Yet this person had been able to advance so far in such a short amount of time… In Xunyang City when Wang Po was facing Zhu Luo, although his blade had been powerful, he had not been able to find a single chance. Now, after several days of quiet comprehension in Tanzhe Temple, the situation was completely different.
If Wang Po were allowed to continue advancing, no one could know when he would cross that threshold.
For the first time, Tie Shu felt pressure.
Then, his killing intent intensified.
