Backyard.
Wang Jin had just walked out of his room and was about to continue enjoying breakfast when he saw Jiang Ning doubling back again.
His expression froze. "Why have you come back again, kid?"
Jiang Ning cupped his hands and said, "This disciple wishes to ask for a saber, to carry it day and night at my side so I can become familiar with the feel of a blade."
Hearing this, Wang Jin suddenly thought of the process of Jiang Ning watching and learning the Five Animal Frolics Fist.
He had only read the Fist Manual once and memorized it all; he had only watched him practice the fist once and could already draw a cat while looking at a tiger, performing the fist technique in a proper, convincing manner.
He immediately gave a derisive smile.
"You slippery brat, do you think I don't understand what you're thinking?"
"Fine!"
"If I don't let you try, you won't be willing to give up! Getting familiar with the feel of a blade is fine too!"
Wang Jin returned to his room.
Jiang Ning stood in the courtyard, his heart suddenly a little excited.
He naturally understood the meaning behind Wang Jin's words.
Though Wang Jin had seen that he wanted to try practicing the Canglang Saber Technique, at the same time, he had also tacitly accepted this action of his, the act of practicing the Canglang Saber Technique.
A moment later.
Wang Jin walked out of his room again. In his hand, he was also carrying a saber, a saber with a handle as ink-black as lacquer.
He then tossed the long saber in his hand through the air toward Jiang Ning, and Jiang Ning hurriedly caught it.
"This saber is named the Ebony Long Saber. The blade handle and blade