"Such powerful sword intent!"
Yin Su stared in astonishment as he sensed the sword intent emanating from Lu Feng, his face full of shock.
He did not cultivate the sword path, yet after so many years of exposure, his familiarity with it far surpassed that of ordinary Soul Masters. Naturally, he could tell just how terrifying the sword intent now blanketing the surroundings was.
"I have only ever felt sword intent like this from Yu Chen."
Because of the sword palm arts she cultivated, Qiong Hua possessed a deeper understanding of the sword path. That was precisely why her shock was even harder to put into words. Though she had caught only a fleeting glimpse, she had already elevated Lu Feng's swordsmanship to an exceedingly lofty level in her heart.
The thought of Yu Chen, eldest among their Clear River Seven Sons, and all that had happened over this period brought another wave of sorrow to her heart. Her face filled with grief.
If Yu Chen had been safe and well, the situation today surely would not have become this way.
Lu Feng focused intently on controlling this sword intent, carefully sensing the strength of every thread of sword force.
This was one of the sword intents he had comprehended while observing the scenery and contemplating the Dao within Ghost Gate Cliff Courtyard.
Whenever he sat alone within that courtyard, he would enter a mysterious state where self and world were forgotten. Everything in the yard—whether the bluestone slabs, the moss marks, the bamboo shadows, or even the moonlight spilling down from above—seemed, in that state, to align with the true meaning of the Great Dao.
The purity of the moonlight, the subtle depths of the moss marks, the solid and illusory refinement of the bamboo shadows—all concealed truths of