And among these Sword Skill Daoist Scriptures, there were indeed some that Gu Yuan could not comprehend in a short amount of time.
However, Gu Yuan did not feel ashamed of this. Since he had helped the Cang Family resolve such a big problem, it was only fitting for them to repay him in some way.
Until that afternoon.
The weather was hot, and Gu Yuan sat under a tree, seemingly cooling off, but he was actually controlling thirty-six Flying Swords condensed from water vapor, slashing against each other.
Although condensed from water vapor, they were as hard as Refined Gold. When they collided, sharp energy burst forth, resounding with a clanging sound.
However, under Gu Yuan's control, these Flying Swords only circulated within a small range, and the movement was not very loud.
