Li Hanyan was practicing her swordsmanship in the martial arts field.
The martial arts field was bustling with activity, where almost all of the Snow Lunar Pavilion disciples were currently at.
In the vast ravine, the busiest place was always the martial arts field, which was never empty.
Some of the disciples on the martial arts field were training diligently, silently working. Some gathered together to make small talk, lazing about, chatting non-stop, and some were practicing with each other, swords exchanging a flurry of blows, adding to the bustle.
Li Hanyan practiced her swordplay alone, her blade glinting in the light. Unlike the original swordsmanship, where the movements were soft but carried steel underneath, in her hands it became full of killing potential. The scene drew chills, and the surrounding people gave her a wide berth, not daring to come close, lest they get accidentally injured by her.