「Several days later.」
Zheng Martial Arts Hall, the True Disciples' courtyard.
In a large garden, a green-robed figure darted about, their Body Technique light and swift, like a swallow in flight.
The Short Sword in her hand flashed continuously, leaving trails of light in its wake.
Wherever the light passed, it severed flower petals and blades of grass at the stem.
The green-robed figure moved faster and faster, stirring up sharp gusts of wind that sent the severed petals and leaves scattering into the air.
In an instant, the green-robed figure blurred into a series of afterimages. The sword light vanished, only to reappear in a flash.
The blade's light seemed to move with extreme slowness, each movement clear and distinct as it slashed toward a few gently falling leaves.
Suddenly, ripples spread through the blade's light.
The Sword Technique still appeared slow, yet the sword-wielder was nothing but a series of blurry afterimages.
