Blades and violence. These were how the cultivation world was supposed to be like. On the other hand, love, hatred, emotions and feelings were nothing but pathetic condiments to flavor the taste of blood.
Lu Shu had long since been familiarized with Li Xianyi's 13-letter mnemonic rhyme. But the art of swordplay was ever changing. Lu Shu had been wanting to escape the restriction of the rhyme following Hai Gongzi's teaching, but he had never gotten the chance to practice what he had learned in actual combat.
When the Department of Faith Theory launched their attack, there were still hundreds of them alive. Like a small boat in a heavy sea, Lu Shu's life was almost hanging on a thread.
There came the heavy footsteps again. Lu Shu was way too familiar with that sound, which was produced by Francesco's clandestine technique used to retrain and manipulate Lu Shu's heart, blood vessels, and even his 36,000 pores.
