It was morning once again.
After Su Yu sent someone to deliver the Taibai Armor-Piercing Golden Liquid to Wang's Blacksmith Shop, he also received the good news that the Mo Yuan was close to being successfully forged.
In high spirits, he transformed back into a martial arts fanatic, tirelessly grinding away at his saber techniques.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The heavy, refined steel saber became a blur in his hands. The wind from its passage howled, sweeping up all the fallen leaves in the courtyard and shredding them to pieces.
[Spiritual Ape Demon-Slaying Saber Skill Level +20]
[Spiritual Ape Demon-Slaying Saber Skill Level +20]
...
After flawlessly executing a full set of saber forms, Su Yu withdrew his blade and stood still, his brow slightly furrowed.
'It's not enough. It feels like it's missing a certain spirit.'
Su Yu looked at the saber in his hand and shook his head to himself.
