Zhu Bai's Strength

The wind blew peacefully within the large training field as the two young men stood at the ready from each other. Hong Zhao brought forth a qi sword, which he had spent the last two years mastering, while Zhu Bai sported his own. In a way, Hong Zhao felt as if he were grooming Zhu Bai to take the place of his right hand man. He had already trained the boy to such a certain degree that he was the third strongest within the entire continent, unless he was wrong and Li Wen and Li Wei had risen further in their strength.

Pushing the thoughts of the shadow sect from his mind for now, Hong Zhao readied his sword. Though it was a sword, it felt nearly weightless within his hand. It was perfectly balanced to suit him, yet if he hadn't practiced daily with it, he would almost feel as if it wasn't there. The sensation was not unlike his devouring qi claws.