A Flash

Ai Hui had no idea that someone was secretly observing them, but he wouldn’t really care even if he knew.

He was exceptionally focused right now; all his attention was on the grass sword in his hand.

Never had he imagined that there would come a day when he could experience the world through the “eyes” of a sword. He felt as if he had possessed the grass sword, turning it from an inanimate object into a living thing.

If he hadn’t bought it from Manager Li’s shop himself, Ai Hui would probably have thought that this grass sword was some kind of legendary weapon.

Back when he was reading swordplay manuals in the swordsman school, Ai Hui would often chance upon passages discussing the mythical sword souls. These were, of course, legends of old, and now that the swordsmen were long gone, there was no longer anyone who could verify such things.

Ai Hui had treated these passages as mere stories.