It was not until a full incense stick's time had passed that the sword qi filling the sky finally dispersed without a trace.
The one-armed man, meanwhile, had nearly exhausted all his cultivation. Fine beads of sweat covered his brow, and he looked rather weak.
Yet the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly, unable to conceal the joy in his heart.
He was utterly different from before. Previously, his Sword Heart had been unclear, like uncut jade buried beneath the soil. Coupled with his repeated failures to condense a Sword Heart, much pent-up frustration had accumulated deep within him.
Now, the uncut jade had seen the blazing sun, sweeping away the gloom in his heart. He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Han! You have finally broken through your shackles, and your attainments in the Sword Dao have advanced another step!"
Seeing the one-armed man recover, the other three hurried forward again, cupped their hands in salute, and offered their congratulations.
After responding to them briefly, the one-armed man promptly looked toward his master ahead of him, his eyes brimming with gratitude.
"Thank you, Master, for painstakingly guiding this disciple! I will remember this kindness and sentiment to the depths of my heart. I truly have no way to repay you."
As he spoke, he cupped his hands and bowed respectfully.
At this moment, how could he not understand his master's painstaking intentions? Stopping the flying vessel here had clearly been to help him find the opportunity to take another step forward in the Sword Dao.
"If I truly wanted you to remember my kindness, why would I have taken you as my disciple? Enough. Now that you have condensed your Sword Heart, we should continue onward. We have delayed for several days