Half an hour.
Yi Yang sat cross-legged behind the Nether Spring Office's ranks, his eyes half closed as Wood-Nurturing Astral Force circulated slowly through his meridians.
The feedback from Mysterious Abyss after it acknowledged him as its master had been far better than he expected.
Of the true qi the spirit weapon had swallowed during the strike that sent Kongwu flying, thirty percent had flowed back along the pathways in its hilt and returned to his qi sea after the fight.
Combined with the enormous increase in his total true astral force from his overnight breakthrough in Room A, Yi Yang had recovered more than eighty percent of his strength in half an hour.
Now the chatter around him filled his ears.
"What exactly is that black saber? It sent Kongwu flying with one strike! Kongwu is an eminent monk at mid True Astral!"
"Jingchen from the Golden Sun Temple shouted 'Mysterious Abyss.' He must know something."
"How did Yi Yang get a weapon like that? Could it be a high-grade treasure artifact?"
"Who knows? Either way, those bald heads from the Golden Sun Temple don't look too happy."
Yi Yang paid no attention to their guesses.
Only one thing kept turning over and over in his mind-Xu Yu's sword.
In the second match, Xu Yu had severed Zheng Yan's three thousand silver threads with a single strike, deciding the outcome in one move.
From the moment that sword light left its sheath until it landed, no more than a single breath had passed.
Yi Yang's mental power had tracked that narrow sword throughout.
In the end, he had seen it clearly.
Xu Yu's strike was not merely fast.
He had compressed all his true astral force and released it the instant he drew his sword, layering it with the