"It looks good. Let's spar when you have mastered it." Jiang Zhiwei could not fully comprehend the capabilities of the discipline just from the description that was provided. Her eyes twinkled in anticipation of finding out during a duel.
Without any hesitation, Meng Qi approached the pillar of light at the center of the square. Strands of gossamer mist floated lazily around him and the pillar as he made the trade.
There was a bright flash. A small, blue manuscript appeared in his hands. Meng Qi could feel the keen and deadly aura that emanated from it as if each and every word written within had been infused with the edge of a sharp blade.
He riffled through the pages of the manuscript carelessly and ended the trade with 980 Karma points to spare.