Three Trials

"In this world, all things have their predestined fate with each sip and each bite."

"Amitabha Buddha!"

With a sigh devoid of sorrow, Wu Bei slowly closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation. For these three days, Wu Bei frequently entered into meditation, cultivating his body, essence, and spirit through the practice of Zen.

Regarding Ao Bai, he remained in a state of indulgence. As for Ao Bai's opportunities, he harbored no interest. Swordsmanship was not his forte. Life is too short; it is preferable to specialize in one discipline. If one must specialize, then let it be perfected to the utmost!

Gazing at the long sword before him, Ao Bai inexplicably felt a surge of blood pulsating within him, murmuring softly, "Is this sword... the blade of downfall?"

Involuntarily, Ao Bai grasped the sword, feeling a connection coursing through his veins. He could be certain that this was the very blade of downfall he had yearned for!