"I haven't had any contact, so I can't speculate,"
Uma answered cautiously.
"Has the Mountain Woman contacted you again?"
"Not yet."
"You need to get a little stronger..."
The enchanting voice seeped into the ears.
Automatically Shielding what Uma was about to say next, Roger immersed his mind in the comprehension of swordsmanship.
The Sword Technique System of Sunrise was intricate and sophisticated, with each sect having different emphases. The more he studied and understood, the deeper his insight became.
That feeling of constantly growing stronger was intoxicating.
As darkness retreated, Roger pushed open the door of his room; snow adorned the entire world in silver and white. It was only upon looking up that he noticed, hovering above the snow-covered eaves, was a silver-haired woman dressed in a white robe.
Her hair and attire blended with the world around her, and her eyes shimmered with an icy blue luster as she nodded at Roger.
"Can we set off now?"