Every day, besides his morning and evening lessons, Jiang Wang also made a point of drawing the sun's radiance into his eyes at noon, come rain or shine.
The heights of cultivation were built up one load of earth at a time. He had never taken it lightly.
He had also developed another habit: entering the Great Void Illusion Realm at the hour of the dog.
"Ning the Swordsman" was always there around that time.
It had practically become an unspoken understanding. They fought one battle every day at that hour.
Afterward, they decided whether to fight another, depending on how things had gone. Usually, it was when they felt they could have done better but had failed to bring out their full strength.
Tonight was no different.
"Ning the Swordsman" had put on another high-quality display of swordsmanship, and had once again been defeated.
Their win-loss record now stood at eleven to six.
If Jiang Wang won one more match, their record would become two to one.
A victory margin calculated in multiples meant that one side had already outclassed the other. Sparring would no longer be as meaningful...
"Ning the Swordsman" had clearly realized this too, but her expression remained unchanged.
In her eyes, Jiang Wang still saw nothing but a fervent passion for the sword and thoughtful consideration of their battles.
In a certain sense, they were the same kind of person...
"Ning the Swordsman" had no intention of fighting another match right away, and left the Great Void Illusion Realm.
Jiang Wang returned to his Blessed Land and, out of sheer mischief, sent Chongxuan Sheng a duel invitation. The fat man would never accept, of course, but what if he slipped up one day and mistook it for something else?
Jiang Wang didn't care that his