Moreover, even if Ling Chuxi was anxious, there was nothing she could do. With her current cultivation, opening the space and returning to the sect's sage realm was simply a pipe dream. She could only think of a way to get another way to leave this place from Liang yunru.
The sun shone through the dragon and phoenix carvings on the roof and onto the small courtyard, bringing a thick warmth.
Ling Chuxi stopped and wiped the fine sweat off her forehead. Although her swordsmanship was simple and crude, it contained her understanding of the grey abyss sword technique. After more than two hours of cultivation, Ling Chuxi could clearly feel that not only had her martial Dao and alchemy heart improved, but even her understanding of the second and third forms of the grey abyss sword technique had also deepened by a level.