418 Chapter 64 Brewing

It was quiet under the night sky.

Soran sat cross-legged beside the campfire with his hands on the Curved Sword, Icingdeath, placed on his knees. This was the way to cultivate for a Sword Saint, a mysterious domain similar to meditation. The moment the mind has calmed to the limit, the sensory world would be able to catch the vibrations in the blink of an eye. That was why the Sword Saint's moves would always be so precise and deadly. This was also the basic cultivation method of mastering the legendary ability [Expose Weakness]. For a Rogue like Soran, it would take a lot of effort to master it in the future.

Di was also sitting cross-legged.