"Indeed... excellent swordsmanship."
Xu Chang'an, having set aside his apprehensions and closely observed Ah Qing's sword dance, was truly amazed.
Ah Qing's sword dance forms its own system; a fleeting glance and a full appreciation of the entire performance offer completely different experiences. The slender longsword in Ah Qing's hand seemed to be endowed with life, freely moving around her. As it made her garments flutter gracefully... for a moment it gave Xu Chang'an the illusion that the longsword in Ah Qing's hand was alive.
Not only the longsword, but also the glow of the sword, the sword shadows, and even the air around her seemed to be imbued with vitality.
That feeling was quite magical. The sword's glow was ever-changing, and though Xu Chang'an watched for only a short while, he managed to capture many different kinds of sword intent.
