As he did his utmost while engaging in his swordplay, the sweat his body produced and the blood that boiled within him made him feel hotter.
It was already autumn, making it rather cold deep into the night. However, Qin Yun only felt hotter the more he engaged in his swordplay. His brain felt the hottest. With a beckon of his hand, another jar of alcohol flew out. Grabbing it with his left hand and wielding his sword in the other, he drank and continued with his unrestrained swordplay! He did not care for time nor bother what sword art he was using.
The sword flashes became more agile, wanton and joyful.
Gradually, Qin Yun immersed himself in his swordplay. Throwing the alcohol jar aside, his head no longer felt hot. The burning blood coursing through his veins slowly calmed down. However, his mind turned empty, without any distractions. He infused all his pleasure and joy into the sword art.
