Luan Jian kept the junior sister behind her with her left hand while forming a sword seal with her right. In her mind, she pictured the scene from that day when her master had leaned forward, plucked a flower, and smiled. Every action, every word, and every smile were as vivid as if they were right before her eyes.
That terrifying sword intent, which had already shaken all realms, was something Luan Jian had observed, pondered, and imitated for a very long time, having the advantage of proximity.
Even if it was just a poor imitation, she should have reaped at least a glimmer of insight.
Chapter 54