As for asking Shen Wenyan?
Just now, Shen Wenyan clearly didn't want to answer.
Then, he turned and returned to his courtyard.
After closing the courtyard gate again, he glanced around.
He saw the surrounding vegetation grow wildly, presenting a lush scene.
It was as if in just a moment, half a year had passed.
The bamboo pavilion ahead, who knows how many years of wind, rain, and sun it has endured.
At this moment, it was once again covered with leaves, layers of bamboo leaves tightly wrapping the top, appearing naturally beautiful.
"Spring Time Realm!" he murmured.
He once again held his sword.
The next moment.
Sword Light enveloped all directions.
The long sword in his hand was wielded effortlessly, the moves without a fixed form.
Whether it was the conception contained in the Twenty-four Solar Terms Fragments or the conception contained in the four seasons, it had nothing to do with the form of the moves.
