Whoosh!
In an instant, Chen Xin shot upward and stepped into the air. Holding the Wooden Sword, he gave it a slight turn, his body swaying with the grace of an immortal as he began to dance with his sword in the sky.
As he sang aloud:
"The cassia trees stood youthful across a hundred miles,"
"Partridges cried through the cool noon shade."
"Above Yanping Ford, the peaks rose sharp as blades,"
"The sword flew off; the river stretched long beneath an empty sky!"
The moon shone bright while the stars were sparse, and the heavens and earth were suffused with radiant light. Suddenly, a streak of light pierced the night sky before returning to Chen Xin's hand. It was none other than his Wooden Sword.
Only then did the night seem to react belatedly. With the clouds equally sparse, a long, pale trail of mist appeared in the sky.
Or perhaps it was a sword scar!
At that moment, Chen Xin casually flicked his sword in a flourish. Despite unleashing such a shocking display of might, the Wooden Sword showed not the slightest sign of damage.
He closed his eyes again and stood there in midair. The fluctuations of his aura grew increasingly restrained, forming a stark contrast to his earlier flamboyance. He was like an unremarkable, primal stone; unless someone carefully searched with their eyes, they might overlook the existence standing in the clear night sky.
Ning Qingyun watched quietly from beginning to end. By then, many houses within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's grounds had lit up, naturally because of the great commotion Chen Xin had caused.
"Rongrong."
At that moment, Gu Rong's broad figure appeared beside Ning Qingyun as he asked:
"What happened?"
Ning Qingyun pointed at Chen Xin in the sky.
Gu Rong looked