That day.
Ji Shu contemplated the way of the sword on the platform of Cliff of Reflection.
He saw a stone inscription, engraved with the three words: "Feng Qingyang."
Within those three words, he saw a profound and wondrous sword intent.
Only those with extremely high attainments in the sword and peerless comprehension could sense such sword intent.
When Yue Lingshan, Lin Pingzhi, and even Yue Buqun saw those three boldly dancing characters, at most they merely found them beautiful. Sword insights? They were just three words. What insight could there be?
That was the difference.
Although Ji Shu had possessed exceptionally high comprehension before, his attainments in the sword had not been sufficient. When he looked at those three words, he had gained no insight.
But when he returned to Cliff of Reflection this time and saw them again, thunder seemed to rumble through his mind, and something dawned on him.
He immediately sat cross-legged, staring at the three words as he carefully contemplated them.
This contemplation
lasted several days.
During that time, Yue Lingshan came up several times to bring him food. He only ate briefly before returning to his contemplation of the stone inscription.
Yue Lingshan could not make head or tail of it. What was so interesting about a rock? But when she remembered that Ji Shu was an unparalleled genius, she accepted it. She had spent who knew how long beneath the Old Sophora Tree; it could be said that she had grown up in the courtyard surrounding that tree.
Yet she had never sensed any Qi Mechanism there! Now that Ji Shu wished to comprehend the sword, she could understand that as well. Ji Shu was a genius, after all!
While Ji Shu contemplated the sword, she practiced her swordsmanship nearby.
Whenever Ji Shu