In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting a warm glow over the quiet courtyard.
The chirping of birds, accompanied by a gentle breeze, ushered in the start of a new day.
At this moment, a swordsman dressed in white martial arts attire stood in the center of the courtyard, holding a long sword. His posture was upright, and his expression was serene.
With a crisp *clang*, he drew his sword, twirled it into a brilliant flash, and began to move with the wind.
His sword techniques were as swift as the wind, and his swordsmanship pierced through the dawn with fierce intensity.
The blade wove through the air like a swimming dragon, traversing all directions—at times as light as a swallow springing up with a flick of the sword, and at times as sudden as lightning, sending falling leaves scattering in disarray.
Finally, with a sweeping stroke of the long sword, a dazzling glare of sword light shot straight up into the sky like a brilliant silver dragon.
The surrounding environment seemed captivated by the sword dance; the tree leaves swayed gently, and petals drifted down with the wind, perfectly complementing the rhythm of the swordplay.
As his practice came to an end, he slowly withdrew his sword, took a deep breath, and sheathed it, satisfaction and joy evident in his eyes.
"Swift as Hou shooting the nine suns falling, graceful as a host of immortals driving dragons in flight. Coming like the thunder's retraction of its violent …
Chapter 31