"Is Wu Buxu's swordsmanship hidden within that cave?" Chen Yi asked aloud.
Min Ning rested her sword on her knees, gently brushing the scabbard, and said, "Indeed. I practiced for one day and achieved five to six-tenths similarity."
Chen Yi slowly replied, "I can reach ten-tenths similarity."
Min Ning knew these words were not mere arrogance but a truthful claim. Yet, recalling Zhu Yu's words, she shook her head and said,
"Ten-tenths similarity is useless. Those who died here were exceptional talents—achieving ten-tenths similarity within seven days is possible. The crux lies in the Sword Intent."
"Alright, take me to see it first."
Chen Yi, understanding the reasoning, said as much. Min Ning promptly stood up and approached him.
Yin Weiyin, seeing Chen Yi in this posture, suddenly felt a chill in her heart, breaking into a cold sweat without realizing she had grabbed his sleeve.
As Chen Yi rose to head toward the swordsmanship, he discovered his sleeve was being held.
