The lakeside was rather cold and damp. The cool air pervaded the area, but Qin Yun was focused on his Sword Dao.
During that battle fifteen years ago, Xiahou Zhen felt deep regret after he saw Qin Yun slice open the void. He regretted the time he wasted cultivating his body and was determined to abandon everything in order to place all his efforts on his Saber Dao. Qin Yun was inspired too. He made the firm decision to start from the beginning! He wanted to form a new Sword Dao with his thirteen Paramount realms as the foundation.
It was very difficult.
Qin Yun had spent the past fifteen years gradually forming a nascent Sword Dao. Furthermore, it was turning increasingly clear in his heart.
Every day, he might have appeared to be teaching his son swordplay or meditating by the lake but in fact, he was in constant preparation! He was waiting for the instant everything automatically culminated.
"Almost there."
"Almost there."
