The Mid-Autumn moon shone brightly, and after a spell of autumn rain, Mount Diancang was shrouded in mist and haze.
Gazing toward the lofty Eagle Cliffs before Wang Shu, there was a silhouette practicing swordsmanship with a fly's nimbleness.
The closer Zou Songqing got to the top of the cliff, the louder the sound of the sword's hum became.
Just by hearing this sound, he revealed a look of delight.
He stopped short of the cliff's summit, worried about disturbing Master's practice, hence he waited until the sound of sword dance ceased before he went to pay his respects.
"Master's swordsmanship has improved again!"
Shang Sufeng, as imperturbable as an ancient well, "I have only just glimpsed the No-Shadow Divine Sword. Only when one truly comprehends the might of the eagle can this divine sword move silently and tracelessly. It is still too early to consider it having reached great mastery."
"Is there news about the Hengshan sword tournament?"
"Indeed."