The Last Lesson

The sword intents were quiet but no less intimidating. Even using one's spiritual sense to perceive them could harm the sea of consciousness.

A stone had been shaken loose by the battle of swords and now dropped from above. However, it failed to reach the ground, as it was chopped into countless pieces by the invisible sword intents, its final form a fine sand that was blown into the valley by the wind, leaving behind no trace.

Chen Changsheng watched this sight and fell into a long period of silence.

And then he lowered his head and thought for a very long time.

He was recalling the scenes when Su Li taught him the sword in the wilderness and a few things that happened afterward.

Before Su Li left for the Sacred Light Continent with the Holy Maiden, he left several letters for the world.

One letter had severed the Longevity Sect's last bit of daring while another had cut off Zhu Luo's arm.

These letters were naturally most precious and terrifying objects.