Ye Jun spent the early hours of the next morning training his Sword Intent once again.
The slender wooden stick cut through the falling snow with increasing ease, the cold air whispering against his bare skin as he worked through his repetitions. His movements were quiet and disciplined, the nascent intent within his soul slowly settling into a far more stable foundation.
After a particularly long sequence of strikes, he lowered the wood, walking over to the stone bench to take a brief break.
Sitting down, he leaned his head back against the white-marble wall, his mind automatically drifting back to the events of yesterday. It had been an exceptionally good day. He had gotten to spend quality, unburdened time with his wives at the Aether Falls, completely stepping away from the chaotic pressure of reality. He had also gotten to test his baseline parameters in a good, honest fight against Yuan Chen.
