Lucien had just started to meditate when Tristan was suddenly rooted to the spot in shock.
Tristan was not a warrior who relied solely on his sword in battle, nor was he a swordsman blindly obsessed with swordsmanship.
However, his understanding of sword techniques was profound.
When the Sword Spirit appeared once again, he could feel the invincible swordsmanship secrets that no one else could match.
There seemed to be a kind of epiphany in his heart, but because the Sword Spirit was present, he couldn't reach the deep power within himself.
His heart seemed to grasp some unclear truth.
"Could this be the so-called 'Sword's Essence'?" Tristan's heart pounded fiercely, filled with power.
Clenching his fists with emotion, he gazed at the figure of the Sword Spirit, gradually entering a self-forgetting state of meditation.