On the fifth day of the first lunar month in the Year of the Tiger, at the hour of the rabbit (5:00-7:00 AM), Lord Li, having spent the night in profound communion with his Lord, was practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard with radiant vigor. Sesshomaru, his raven hair loose and flowing, sat in a chair, resting his chin on his hand to watch him.
The morning light, barely breaking, spilled into the serene courtyard. The Sect Leader of Sigu Sect, clad in white, possessed his usual confidence and composure. His lithe, upright figure set the cold, sharp blade in motion; at times it moved like a swimming dragon weaving through the four directions, at others it was light as a swallow, flicking up with a dance of the steel, and then, suddenly, it was as swift as lightning, hissing as it pierced the air.
Man and sword merged into one. The grass and trees in the courtyard swayed, bowing before the pressure of his sword aura. The handsome man in white retracted his blade and stood tall—he remained as proud and bright as he had always been.
Chapter 50