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"Good," Xiang Beifei mused as he picked up the Ronin Sword in his hand.
He recalled Ye Changfeng's movements. "Learn by Analogy" allowed him to easily immerse himself in the state of mind that Ye Changfeng had just demonstrated. Suddenly, he seemed to have realized something, and then he swung his sword.
"Leaves fluttering, sword light hanging in the sky."
A flying sword stirred up a mountain of falling leaves; the leaves followed the sword, floating freely.
In the chaotic wind, he found a point of stillness, using tranquility to control motion. The sword's momentum surged, like a pebble in a dead pool creating thousands of ripples. The drifting of the leaves turned into the movement of his sword; the falling leaves drove the sword's force, the Sword Qi attracted the leaves, complementing and cherishing each other, accompanying side by side.
Whoosh!