Morning.
Golden sunlight spills over the courtyard.
A gentle breeze blows, causing flowers of various colors to sway in the wind, releasing a faint and pleasant fragrance.
In the vast courtyard, the chilling saber edge slashes through the void, cleaving terrifying saber lights.
These saber lights cut through the void, creating fine, elongated Void Rifts that flash and disappear in an instant.
Lin Zheyu practices the Seven Extremes Saber Skill, moving not fast, even exceedingly slowly.
Every saber strike seems to require all his strength, as if a million pounds of pressure is pressing on him.
Yet, his hand remains remarkably steady, the blade without the slightest deviation.
Although Lin Zheyu's forehead is covered with sweat, his chest heaves, and he breathes heavily, clearly showing the immense pressure he feels.
Time passes slowly.
