Love That Dictates Life And Death

Chu Yang suddenly remembered his gentle water philosophy of swordsmanship. If his swordsmanship was like the lake surface before him, how would it be like?

Water's clear and colorless but after the refraction of light, it would become rainbow-colored. If his swordsmanship could integrate this natural occurrence, how would it be like?

Would his enemies not be blinded by the colors?

How would he incorporate such effects in his swordsmanship?

Chu Yang knitted his brows as he gazed intensely at the autumn lake and sunk into deep thoughts.

Ever since this thought arose in his mind, he felt that it was a coincidence and an enlightening experience. He wanted to take the opportunity to consolidate his wisdom.

Once things started to crop up, this enlightening thought would vanish and never come back.

So he ignored everything else and went into deep meditation…