Overlord Python

Elvenkind had a special sensitivity to natural energy and wind energy, something most humans lacked.

Sword Bards were a profession that had grown out of Elvenkind's sensitivity to wind.

Li Shuyi found that disappointing, but Bai Xiaowen did not mind. He reassured her. In truth, he did not place much value on Sword Chant. Like Elvenkind's ornaments and style of weapon-making, this ancient art prized form over function.

In other words, it was a little flashy without much substance. Of course, Sword Chant could be formidable when mastered to perfection, but very few elves ever reached that level.

Bai Xiaowen had asked Li Shuyi to study under Eswan mainly because another discipline might offer a useful insight. Sword Chant might help her break through the bottleneck in her Swordsmanship Specialty.

Several enormous stalactites blocked the way ahead, but a gap of about half a meter remained beneath them. Bai Xiaowen and the other two dropped flat and crawled forward inch by inch, finally making it past the obstacle.

When they stood up, they found themselves in a fairly spacious cavern. Pale yellow crystal fragments covered the ground, pressing uncomfortably against their feet.

"Look at that platform. Doesn't something seem strange about it?"

Li Shuyi pointed with one fair-skinned finger. Not far away stood a huge, uneven pale yellow platform that seemed to be made entirely of leyline crystals.

Bai Xiaowen narrowed his eyes. "That many leyline crystals? There's definitely something going on... Let's take a look."

Suddenly, a pile of rocks to one side churned. Stones flew like raindrops, clattering down in every direction. Bai Xiaowen was the closest and instinctively raised an arm to shield his face. A fragment struck his arm, causing startling pain and costing him more than ten Life Value!

"Careful! There's something big hiding in