No Longer a Young Man

Seven days passed.

Zhang Ruochen sat under Sundial. He had immersed himself in studying the sword technique for seven years.

Sikong the Younger turned away all the visitors, standing guard in the yard.

In seven years, the number of Precepts in Zhang Ruochen's body had broken through another ten billion. The Precepts of Swordsmanship accounted for a large proportion. He had read the five volumes countless times and understood many of their mysteries. Of course, he was still far from fully comprehending them.

Zhang Ruochen's understanding of Swordsmanship had reached a new level.

On this day, Zhang Ruochen saw the sunlight pouring in from outside the window. According to the carvings on the window, it projected faint patterns on the ground.

The pattern was like a flying dragon.