「Three months later.」
Snow fluttered across the world, blanketing the once lush and green Dragon Head Peak in a vast expanse of white.
Zhu Ju stood in his courtyard and gently lifted one hand.
"SHH!"
Five Flying Sabers spun out.
The Flying Sabers were about three inches long and as thin as a cicada's wing, sharpened on both edges. They circled around him like nimble, swimming fish.
The former Six Ren Flying Saber now only numbered five.
Naturally, their name had to change as well.
Five-Pointed Flying Saber!
"Go!"
Zhu Ju let out a low shout. He formed a Sword Pointing gesture and aimed forward, and the five Flying Sabers around him shot out like lightning.
Their momentum was astonishing.
"SHH!"
"SHH! SHH!"
Five cold glints weaved and darted through the courtyard, at times blooming like a lotus, at others resembling a spinning drill.
The wonder of their transformations stemmed from a single thought.
