It was September.
In the early autumn, the weather was gradually turning cooler.
On a mountain.
"Chu Bai, sense it carefully."
Ning Jiang held the Red Lotus Sword and swung it down gently. Sword Intent surged forth. Instantly, the sword in Chu Bai's hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
Nearby, the grass and trees rustled and trembled.
After a few more swings, Ning Jiang stopped. "How did it feel?"
"My sense of Sword Intent is much clearer. I thought it would take me five years to grasp Half-Step Sword Intent, but now, I'm sure I can do it in three at most."
Chu Bai closed his eyes and spoke slowly.
Lately, he had been coming to Ning Jiang every day to experience Half-Step Sword Intent.
For any Sword Cultivator, this kind of direct experience with Sword Intent was incredibly precious.
In the Six Eastern Provinces, anyone who could comprehend Sword Intent was an exalted figure. Who would casually let someone else experience their Sword Intent?
