Rui Qianshan was in a rather peculiar mood as well.
He had no idea who the Sole True Sect had sent this time.
After Snow Dance, Yu Tianqi, and the others went to Golden Dragon Hall, the hall welcomed them warmly.
But... it was truly boring. For people like Rui Qianshan, did eating and drinking every day count as living? Wasn't it just wasting life?
So Rui Qianshan began flying over the sea every day to practice his swordsmanship.
As the saying went, sword qi blazed brilliantly, suppressing all directions, its fame spreading across the five lakes and four seas.
The Snow Condensing Sword stood suspended in midair, its sword qi radiant and resplendent, before striking out through the air.
One sword after another slashed toward the little silverfish a hundred zhang beneath the sea.
These fish were tiny, their bodies covered in silver scales. Refraction in the water made them appear out of position. Rui Qianshan continuously swung his sword amid the surging seawater, each stroke slicing off one side fin of a little fish.
He absolutely could not harm their lives.
Nor could he injure any other fish.
The Snow Condensing Sword had set himself the task of twenty thousand fish in one hour.
Not one more, not one less—but every stroke had to be precise.
Yet the undercurrents beneath the sea made it truly difficult to control. Rui Qianshan kept at it, but he had never once completed a full hour to the standard.
Usually, either he made mistakes in the first few strokes, or an error appeared when he reached seventeen or eighteen thousand.
But those mistakes and imperfections allowed Rui Qianshan to discover his shortcomings.
He increasingly felt that practicing swordsmanship in seawater was an opportunity for him to improve.
He decided that after achieving