Qin Hao's heart surged with excitement.
Just think: even before his affinity for sensing the Sword Dao had improved, Qin Hao's talent with the sword had been extraordinary. In a mere four years,
he had reached True Martial Realm Ninth Layer Peak.
Even geniuses like Wang Xuan and Shen Jian were no match for him.
Now that his affinity for sensing the Sword Dao had improved again...
Given another four years, how strong would Qin Hao become?
Qin Hao spent the following hours sensing and growing familiar with that affinity. It felt as though countless strands of Sword Qi had drawn close to him.
And as though they had always been meant to.
Only after most of the day had passed did Qin Hao end his Cultivation, thoroughly pleased.
"Little One, you and Fang Lang keep up your Cultivation here. I'm going to the City Lord's Manor." Qin Hao said goodbye to the Cloudwing Beast, then went to see Fang Lang.
Fang Lang had been working harder than ever. He had wasted none of the past three days, spending them all cultivating diligently.
When he learned that Qin Hao was going to the City Lord's Manor to meet the Sword Pool City Lord, Fang Lang was deeply envious. The Sword Pool City Lord was a top-tier Venerable, after all.
He was renowned throughout the Southern Domain Group, and even across the True Martial Continent, he held a place among its great figures.
After saying goodbye to Fang Lang and the Cloudwing Beast, Qin Hao set off to meet the Sword Pool City Lord.
Lingxiaozi was curious too. "I wonder what's inside that Sword Grotto. To be called the One-Armed Sword Saint, he must have been an exceptional genius of the sword."
"Elder Ling, if even you're this interested, the One-Armed