The feeling of charging toward a breakthrough in swordsmanship was completely different from the hardship of practicing saber techniques before.
The sense of effortlessness thrilled Fang Yue. He wished he could practice swordsmanship every day, nonstop, twenty-four hours a day, and keep increasing his strength.
No wonder those cultivation geniuses all loved training so much. It was because they advanced quickly, and cultivation felt great!
For ordinary people, cultivation was torture. For geniuses, it was pure enjoyment!
If Fang Yue weren't still in his original body, he would have thought he'd been reborn in a new body, with a whole new skin.
[The great and noble Lord Parchment has shed her skin too! From now on, call me the great and noble Saint Paper!]
Fang Yue: ???
More like waste paper.
[Protest! Protest! Protest!! You're not allowed to call the great and noble Lord Parchment that!!]
[Hmph!!]
Fang Yue ignored her and went straight into Tail's room.
[Waaah! Little Sword, look at him! When he needs something, I'm Lord Parchment; when he doesn't, I'm a piece of junk! Fang Yue is such a jerk!!]
How could Heavenly Sword dare make a peep? She didn't even dare breathe too loudly!
[What did Little Sword say? I can't hear you! That's so quiet, and you want to be a holy sword? Speak up!]
Little Sword: !!!
How could Little Sword dare speak up? What place did she have butting into a conversation between big shots?
When Lord Parchment saw that Little Sword wouldn't speak, she began patiently lecturing her. She told her to speak loudly whenever she saw Fang Yue, and to give him a good stab whenever he came into view.
Fang Yue ignored Lord Parchment's little fantasy in his mind and looked ahead. Tail had already woken up in bed.