Bai Qi's Divine Soul Embryo returned to his body, and he opened his eyes, with a hint of regret:
"It's a pity Master couldn't use mysterious techniques once more to let me comprehend a few more volumes of Sword Scripture and advance the progress of the 'Sword Monarch's Twelve Regrets.'"
He closed his eyes again, looking inward at the ink parchment, his thoughts touching the divine seed engraved with a sword shape on its surface.
"'Sword Monarch's Twelve Regrets' enhances one's understanding of Sword Dao. Listening to its sound, discerning its tone, better for analyzing, contemplating, and practicing various swordsmanship styles. To become a Sword Hero, it's no problem.
Another day, I'll dress in white and carry a fine sword, and the image will be just right."
Bai Qi was quite satisfied in his heart; how could swinging a big hammer be as captivating and outstanding as a sword-wielding figure in floating white attire!
