Yangzhou City, beside West Lake.
This was where Li Xian had fought the Buddha Son.
Rubble lay in heaps, and the mountainside had collapsed. From this scene, which looked like a ruin, one could just make out how fierce the battle had been that day.
The breeze swept across the lake.
A petite figure sat cross-legged atop a rugged boulder.
She rested her hands on her knees, a fine-steel sword lying flat across them.
Her sleeves fluttered in the breeze, and faint Sword Qi swirled around her.
She was Yan Xiaoqing.
Whenever she came to a battlefield where Li Xian had once fought, she could quickly enter a state of total absorption in her cultivation.
In that state, whether practicing or comprehending sword techniques, she always made twice the progress with half the effort.
As for the reason behind it,
even she herself didn't know.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and made a level slash toward West Lake.
"Extreme Cold. One Line Sky!"
A bone-chilling strand of Sword Qi shot out like an arrow, traveling more than ten meters and neatly cleaving the lake's surface in two.
"Sigh, still not good enough. I'm nowhere near as good as my Young Master."
Yan Xiaoqing muttered to herself, her gaze dimming. She wasn't satisfied with the result.
The scene from that day at Crimson Viper Villa rose in her mind: her Young Master, like an immortal descended from the heavens, cutting dozens of demons in half with a single sword strike. It had been nothing short of a miracle.
"When will I ever reach my Young Master's level?"
As she let her thoughts wander, a voice suddenly came from beside her.
"Impressive swordsmanship!"
"Who?!"
Xiao Qing's eyes sharpened. She immediately took up a defensive stance and looked warily toward the voice.
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