Qin Jin stood still, his aura steady, yet within his eyes, reflections of flashing swords and shadows of blades could be seen. Eyes are the windows to the soul, revealing Qin Jin's mystical insight into martial techniques.
The quiet room was unusually serene, the scent of incense lingered in the air, with a unique fragrance that refreshed the mind.
At a certain instant.
Qin Jin closed his opened eyes.
At the same time, the scroll unfolding ahead retracted on its own.
To one side of the quiet room, the long incense had burned out, and the flame above vanished completely.
"Friend."
The man stood, and sharp intent rose with his movement: "I apologize for the intrusion."
Qin Jin did not speak, only nodded slightly, understanding the other's intention.
Both sought enlightenment in a secret technique; how to distinguish depth, differentiate heights.
A trial would suffice.
This is the purest method among the Martial Arts Family.
At this moment.
