Ye Jun spent another hour practicing his Sword Intent in the quiet courtyard. The slender wooden stick in his hand moved with increasing fluidity, carving soundless arcs through the soft, falling snow.
His high comprehension talent allowed him to grasp the intricate nuances of the intent much faster than an ordinary cultivator could ever hope to. By the time he lowered the stick, his control had advanced noticeably.
Another frozen leaf drifted from the branch, and with a singular, imperceptible twitch of his wrist, the wood tip cut the leaf into ten precise, identical pieces before they hit the white-dusted stone.
Satisfied with the minor breakthrough, he tossed the stick aside and headed back inside the warm chambers.
Song Liangxue and Meihui were already stirring beneath the thick fur blankets. They didn't need a traditional bath to freshen up. As high-tier cultivators, the continuous refinement of their Qi automatically expelled any impurities from their bodies.
