The morning sun slowly grew brighter, and the breeze gradually settled. The green sprouts that had brushed past the knees no longer swayed. Xue He released his right hand, and his broken arm no longer bled. He picked up the seven blades from the ground, and slowly returned them into their sheaths. In the entire process, a painful grimace flashed across his face from time to time. Obviously, these usually simple actions were extremely difficult for the current him.