Ai Hui lied on his bed adjacent to the wall with a sword nestled within his arms. Slowly, his pitch-black eyes opened to the darkness and a cold ray of light sharply flashed before he returned to his harmless appearance.
He’d been away from the Wilderness for a few days now, but he still wasn’t used to sleeping on a proper bed.
He checked the sword embryo within his body which he had been growing for three years now and found no abnormalities.
He put down his grass sword, the sensation of the sword embryo within his body disappearing. In the past, he was overly-dependent on the sword, always holding on to it and never letting go regardless of the situation. Later on, he realized that doing so caused his body to lose its vigilance, so unless he was in a battle or keeping watch at night, he forced himself not to touch it.
To survive the Wilderness, Ai Hui had to have something up his sleeves, and that something was the sword embryo.