Lin Feng came out into his courtyard and heard the rhythmic sound of a sharp blade moving through the wind from the peak.
He flew up slightly and saw Sun Xiurong moving with graceful steps, her sword dancing through the air in a mesmerizing display. Every movement was graceful yet filled with sharpness, leaving faint trails of Sword Qi in the air wherever her blade passed.
He slowly landed a little distance away so as not to disturb her and watched her silently.
Sun Xiurong felt his presence but continued with her practice.
She wasn't trying to comprehend any technique. It was simply a quiet bond between her and the sword itself, allowing her to immerse herself completely in its presence and feel every movement of the blade. It was an important step her master had instructed her to do at least once every month, and she had to admit that whenever she did it, her cultivation sessions always felt much more effective.
