Capítulo 654: Willpower Was The Way Of The Emperor

Dongyi

The miserable yellow grass hut beneath the hill outside the city was just as quiet as before. There was no sword light, no sword wind, and no sound of a blade cutting through the air. There was only silence. It was now deep into spring. The time for hot weather drew near. The blazing sun shone down on the mainland by the East Sea, sending up an endless wave of steam and sinking Dongyi into a wet heat. Fortunately, the sea breeze never stopped and was able to dissipate some of the stuffiness.

After the incident at Dong Mountain three years ago, the place where the disciples of the Sword Hut practiced their sword skills was moved outside. No one dared to disrupt the sword saint deep in the Hut tending to his injuries, which was why the Hut would appeared so quiet. The air was filled with shapeless water vapor. Following the cooling of the sun, it sank toward the ground and slowly lay across sword blades and scrap metal, condensing into many water droplets.