Two figures floated over the head of Taixu Zi, chatting and laughing along the way.
Taixu Zi looked up at the two in the sky, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.
With less than ten days left until the Sword Control Conference, Feng Yueya dedicated herself to cultivation every single day.
During the day, Yun Shangyuan taught her swordsmanship.
At night, after soaking in the medicinal bath prepared by Taixu Zi, she would begin to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth until dawn.
Yun Shangyuan taught her a technique, which was to absorb spiritual energy while sleeping so that neither rest nor cultivation would be neglected.
A bamboo leaf fell from the sky.
Feng Yueya leaped up with her sword, her wrist flicking nimbly.
"Swish, swish, swish..." A series of urgent sounds rang out as the chilling silver Sword Qi weaved through the bamboo leaves.
In a moment, Feng Yueya retracted her sword move, and the floating bamboo leaves scattered haphazardly on the ground.
