After a few hours of cultivation in his training room, Bai Zihan stood up with a low grunt, brushing the dust off his sleeves.
His sword was stabbed into the ground beside him, vibrating slightly—its edge still shimmering faintly with rejection.
"…Still no good."
He frowned, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the lingering mark in the air where he'd once again failed to perform the Fate Severing Slash.
He could sense it—just at the edge of his comprehension—but it slipped away every time he reached for it, like mist vanishing under sunlight.
He would've liked to keep practicing, but his Qi was nearly depleted due to the high consumption—even though the attempt had failed.
"Tch!"
He grabbed the sword and sheathed it in one clean motion.
His mood was sour, his thoughts jumbled.
With a casual step, he leapt onto the nearby walkway, heading toward his sister's quarters once more.
As he approached, the soft echo of laughter drifted out from behind the elegant doors.
