Han Ming sat in front of the house and looked up at the sky.
He sat there from day to night but couldn't figure out what was affecting him.
It seemed to have started after returning from sparring with Senior Brother Jiang.
"Is it an inner demon?"
Han Ming doubted whether his defeat had given rise to an inner demon.
He hadn't admitted defeat yet, so how could there be an inner demon?
He hadn't experienced an inner demon before, but this didn't feel like it.
At that moment, he felt something strange, and the sword in his hand became ordinary.
When practicing the sword, movements had to be unrestrained.
It should feel like an extension of his limbs.
It shouldn't be like this.
So far, he had never seen this sword.
Han Ming couldn't understand it and could do nothing but try to hide his condition.
He would practice like he always did and improve.