The atmosphere was a little off.
The entire courtyard was cold and deserted.
Lowering his head, he calculated the time.
Mm, Madam Xue should have left.
When he stepped outside, there was not a single person in the courtyard. It seemed all the servants had been withdrawn.
The food, however, had been laid out on the table.
And it was not just breakfast; the meals for the entire day had all been prepared.
Li Su glanced over the spread. They were all things he had often eaten recently. He also sensed them briefly. Mm, confirmed—there was no poison in the food.
Since there was no poison, Li Su sat down and swiftly finished breakfast.
He picked up his sword and headed out.
He arrived at Pear Garden, a garden he often visited. Its scenery was pleasant, and the fragrance of pear blossoms filled the air.
Same old routine—sword practice first.
Nothing but basic sword forms: thrusting, slashing, chopping, hacking, leaping, sweeping.
Although cultivation like this was no longer necessary at his current realm, as a good undercover agent, he naturally maintained the habits a sword cultivator ought to have.
He practiced for an entire shichen.
He was exceedingly serious. With every stroke, not only his physical body, but his primordial spirit and Great Dao resonated along with it.
After a while, the improvement was remarkable.
It could not be helped—his talent was too high. It was like the Haotian Emperor were chasing after him, forcibly stuffing food into his mouth. His sword intent rose with a ringing clang.
By now, even without using the supreme Dao Fruit or the Green Duckweed Sword Art, Li Su's attainments in the sword path were already astonishing.
Speaking of cultivation of the Great Dao, he truly had spent a long time on the sword