Leaving the plaza of the Overall Martial Arts Stele, Xiao Chen practically had wind at his heels as he raced along.
He rushed toward the clearing in the woods of the Sub-Branch—a place that, while not officially designated, was tacitly acknowledged as Fang Han's.
From a distance, he saw Fang Han's cyan figure practicing his swordsmanship in the clearing.
Flashes of the blade flowed, hinting at the power of wind and thunder, yet they were so unpredictable that their trajectories were impossible to follow.
"Fang Han! Fang Han!"
Xiao Chen's voice arrived before he did, his face filled with an excitement and agitation he couldn't suppress.
Hearing the shout, Fang Han flicked his wrist. The Flowing Wind Sword let out a clear ring as he instantly retracted its momentum, sheathing it like a streak of cyan light returning to its scabbard.
He turned to look at the approaching Xiao Chen, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.
"What was the result?"
