On the mountaintop of the back hill, Liu Zhe sat stiffly on a rock, holding the treasured sword gifted to him by his master while staring intently ahead, engaged in deep thought.
He had maintained this posture for a very long time.
Ever since he was defeated by Gu Yang, he returned home to the Liu family and remained in this state.
He had been contemplating how to break Gu Yang's saber technique.
In his mind, he repeatedly recalled every detail of their previous conflict.
Boom!
He seemed to be transported back to an eastern sea island, where towering waves filled his vision and his master's teachings rang in his ears again.
In that moment, Gu Yang's saber technique overlapped with the massive waves before him.
Clang!
For the first time in two months, Liu Zhe unsheathed his sword, the blade slicing through the waves and breaking Gu Yang's technique!
He opened his eyes and let out a resounding howl, expressing his exhilaration.