Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, clearly seeing the Flying Knife he had whittled from Iron Wood veering slightly to the left.
Since he stopped to rest three days ago, he had not paused in his efforts since.
Yiin Yang and Chuxue, still occasionally left the carriage with an aura of slaughter about them. Zong Shou, on the other hand, continued with nothing to do, staying inside the carriage.
Aside from practicing swordsmanship and movement techniques daily, using the Guiding Skill to gather and strengthen his physique with Spiritual Energy from all directions, he had added another task -- practicing with these Black Iron Wood Flying Knives.
Whenever he felt fatigued, Zong Shou would stand by the window and aim at any nearby object, shooting out his Flying Knives.