Mo Yun found Qin Hu in his private courtyard.
This courtyard was more than twice the size of Mo Yun's. A row of weapon racks stood beneath the courtyard wall, their sabers, spears, swords, and halberds gleaming coldly.
Several iron-clad Wooden Training Dummies stood in a corner, their bodies covered in countless saber cuts and fist marks. The deepest cut had nearly severed one dummy at the waist.
Qin Hu was practicing with his saber in the courtyard, bare-chested.
Beads of sweat covered his gleaming bald head, and the savage scar slanting from between his brows to his jaw shone dark red in the morning light.
He held a Thick-Back Black Saber, its blade nearly twice as broad as an ordinary waist saber. It was ink-black throughout, save for a thin, snow-bright gleam along its cutting edge.
"Brother Mo?" Seeing Mo Yun standing at the entrance, Qin Hu lowered his saber and stood still, looking slightly surprised.
He grabbed the cloth draped over a Wooden Training Dummy, wiped away his sweat carelessly, and grinned. "What brings you over here, Brother Mo?"
Mo Yun walked into the courtyard and went straight to the point. "Brother Qin, I'd like to spar with you."
Qin Hu stopped wiping his sweat, thinking he had misheard.
"Spar?" He looked Mo Yun up and down, his brows knitting slightly. "Brother Mo, I know you're a formidable fighter, but the gap between bright force and dark force isn't something talent alone can bridge."
"Don't do anything foolish." Qin Hu draped the cloth over his shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"Dark force and bright force are fundamentally different. Once force energy turns from bright to dark, it can cling to weapons, fists, and feet, injuring people invisibly and making it impossible to guard against every attack. It's not as