However, Zhang Xiaohua stood at the cave entrance for a long while, gazing out at the sea of clouds for ages, yet not half a word sprang into his mind. He could only mock himself. "Looks like I'll have to learn more from Young Master Li Jinfeng when I have the time. His ability to speak in polished phrases is truly something to behold."
"Ah, no helping it. The Nameless Sword Technique it is. Who told your master not to write down the sword technique's name? Oh, that's not right. This sword technique had long since diverged from the sword manual, and the human form was no longer needed either. Only Chasing Dreams weaving boundless killing intent through the air... Right, this technique is strange. The small sword roams through the air, often stabbing out from inconceivable angles. Even that mysterious old man from back then could not fathom where this sword technique would strike from... Right, why not call it Dream Weaving? Like weaving endless nightmares! Heh heh, I'm the only one who knows anyway. That's what I'll call it."
It was unknown which martial arts grandmaster of some generation had obtained this Dream Weaving Sword Technique from an immortal path's flying sword art. It was vastly stronger than the few incomplete moves Old Yu had from that one sword technique. Although Zhang Xiaohua could not yet execute it smoothly, the simulations in his mind flowed like spring silkworms spinning silk, the entire flying sword enclosing an opponent so tightly that not even water could seep through. Even if he faced the mysterious old man in the underground hall again, the one wearing a bronze mask, Zhang Xiaohua was confident that the man would never catch the Chasing Dreams small sword again!
It was already getting late, and Zhang