He meditated in the hall of the Swordsmanship Hall as usual, when suddenly there was a dull thump, and the Treasured Sword that had been hanging on the wall neatly fell to the ground without any apparent reason.
At that time, there were no other people in the room, nor were there any earthquakes.
It was quite peculiar.
Tang Shiji hurriedly picked up his most cherished Treasured Sword and hung it back up.
From that day on, he would often dream at night of the expert who had enlightened his swordsmanship and gifted him with that Treasured Sword.
When his father died of illness years earlier, he had no choice but to take over the Swordsmanship Hall prematurely. With little experience and facing many doubts from those around him, he had no choice but to practice diligently and improve himself as quickly as possible.
However, the more he practiced, the more he encountered bottlenecks.
Just when he was disheartened and thinking of giving up, by a stroke of fate, he met an expert.