In the open courtyard of the Suzhou Prefecture, Su Jie’s heavy blade glimmered with a cold light under the moonlight.
Su Mingyu took a deep breath and gripped the hilt with both hands. This blade, known as Zizhongyue, was several times heavier than the sword she was accustomed to, yet she felt a strange, inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if it were linked to her very blood. She swung it a few times, but she could not quite grasp the technique.
"Your starting stance is wrong," Murong Ke’s voice suddenly came from behind her. "For a heavy blade like this, the technique relies on power rising from the ground."
Chapter 189