Time passed, and the night advanced at a slow pace, the soft moonlight turned into silky treads that softly lit up the dark valley. A fresh breeze passed through Fell's lung as he continued transmitting the killing intent to his sword. He couldn't help but oddly enjoy the clean environment that existed outside of the city.
"If only those corpses weren't here…", he thought as his nose couldn't help but twitch by the smell hanging on the air. "I can sense that quite the amount of killing intent had been stored inside of it, and he couldn't help but feel as though his weapon was being upgraded.
"An upgrade of Soldier's Fortune is news as good as a breakthrough for my cultivation", he thought with a smile as he felt his weapon turn stronger with each minute passing. He knew the importance and relation of a sword for a sword cultivator and wouldn't be surprised if there existed cultivation techniques that aimed at grooming innate weapons.