The morning air brimmed with vitality, and dew hung from emerald leaves and flowers.
Dressed in white robes over a blue-green base, Jiang Yang slowly swung his sword in the courtyard. Every movement was free of worldly traces, as though he were an ordinary mortal performing a sword dance.
Ever since attaining sword intent, Jiang Yang had entered a realm of returning to simplicity and truth in the Sword Dao. Diligent practice no longer did anything for him; what mattered now was deeper comprehension.
At this moment, he wanted to activate the Daybreak Separation Sword Intent and see whether it could corroborate his own autumn response sword essence, hoping to realize a new sword intent that belonged to him alone.
Cong Huaijin sat obediently nearby, studying hard, though her eyes occasionally darted behind her.
To her, Martial Uncle Jiang's swordsmanship was not dazzling, nor did Sword Qi crisscross the air as he moved. Yet it was immensely comfortable to watch, pleasing to both eye and heart, as though she could never tire of it.
But then she suddenly remembered that her martial uncle would be questioning her later. Frightened, she hurriedly settled her mind and dared not let her attention wander again.
A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yang slowly concluded his movements and silently reflected on everything:
Two sword intents... it seemed cultivating both was not entirely impossible.
Although Bai Tang had bestowed this Daybreak Separation Sword Intent on him, Jiang Yang wielded it without the slightest hesitation, as though he had been born with it.
With this sword intent added to his repertoire, his understanding had abruptly risen to new heights. From that commanding vantage point, he truly had gained considerable insight, making it possible for him to master two sword intents in the future.
Facing the