Within Peach Blossom Spring, fallen blossoms swirled in profusion, splendid as a painting.
On the ancient peach tree used to count the days, another hundred and eighty sharp sword scars had been added. Half a year had passed.
In Second Mister's Still Observation Pavilion, Xie Guan sat upright as a pine. Thirty days had passed, yet he resembled withered wood, utterly motionless. Not even his robes had stirred in the breeze; all was silent.
The white-robed youth was in no hurry. Recently, he had built a wooden raft upon the rippling pond and spent his days at ease.
At that moment, he lay languidly upon the raft, his head pillowed on his arm as he gazed at the sky, letting the raft sway gently with the waves. He looked utterly content.
Another five or six days passed, and the cicadas in the peach grove gradually began to sing.
Xie Guan still maintained his meditative posture. Even his breathing was nearly inaudible.
Second Mister suddenly raised two fingers as a sword. An invisible Sword Qi swept past, and Xie Guan's body shattered inch by inch like flowers reflected in a mirror, a moon upon the water.
Yet in but a moment, that figure gathered anew amid the fluttering fallen blossoms, as though reborn.
You slowly opened your eyes, the scarlet blossoms filling your gaze, and sighed softly. "In the end, I'm still lacking a little fire."
You had immersed yourself in Second Mister's Sword Intent, painfully groping for the method of karma in an attempt to comprehend its true essence. Just now, there had already been signs that you were about to fall into deviation.
You possessed the talent of "Divine Penmanship." You painted the Sword Intent into your heart and contemplated it day after day as though using a visualization