Bab 87: Information

Early the following morning, majestic bursts of sword Qi shot into the sky like laser guns from Fang Xingjian’s courtyard, as though they were about to tear the sky apart.

Every released burst resulted in roaring sounds in the air. Even the cups and teapots in the villa were gently shaking with the tables.

A group of workers were in the midst of repairing the windows near the courtyard, strengthening the glass panes. The shattered glass panes had been the result of shockwaves dissipated in the air when Fang Xingjian had released his sword Qis the day before.

A few of them would occasionally look in Fang Xingjian’s direction whilst repairing the windows.

Fang Xingjian was standing casually, a three feet long sword in his hand. He would swing, hack, and slash through the air every now and then, releasing sword Qis akin to legendary dragons coming up from the seas, which pierced through the air like the milky way cascading downwards.