In the wait of one year's time, half had passed by in the blink of an eye.
In the spacious secret room, Jian Wushuang, who was originally seated, stood up. However, he never opened his eyes.
Blood Mountain Sword appeared in Jian Wushuang's hand and he started wielding the sword in the secret room.
The flashes of sword light swung out from his hand. The flashes of sword light became faster and faster while the power became stronger and stronger.
Swoosh!
There were sharp whistles as the tip of the blade cut through the air. The continuous noise got sharper too.
He had been swinging the sword for three days straight.
Three days later, Jian Wushuang stopped his action and the entire secret room became silent.
It was so quiet that even space and time froze.
