Over and over, she practiced tirelessly until night fell once again. The bright moon rose, and the moonlight, as clear as water, spilled into the courtyard, as if a layer of silver frost had been laid down.
Despite practicing this Life-destroying Sword move dozens of times, Mu Qianyue always felt that something was missing from it.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but furrow her brows, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky and murmuring to herself, "Hmm... this sword move is strong, but it's missing something crucial. What is it? Ah, I didn't even realize it got dark again, time flies."
"Pfft!"
A light laugh suddenly came from behind. A man's clear and pleasant voice, like a song from the clouds, gently drifted with the night breeze, "My lady, are you pondering Sword Dao or lamenting time?"
