There was a huge stone in the lake under the huge waterfall.
Ye Chen sat on the rock with his legs tugged under his body, the Hidden Cloud Sword was in its scabbard and on his lap. He was drifting in and out of this bliss, where he could forget about everything, including himself.
The loud sound of the waterfall hitting the rocks did not affect Ye Chen at all. In his senses, the world was no longer the same, the sounds had completely disappeared, the waterfall seemed to fall slower and slower, eventually moving in slow motion, inch by inch. From time to time, few drops of water would splash out, which looked like the brightest crystals under the sunshine.
When the waterfalls completely froze in time, Ye Chen suddenly opened his sharp eyes.
He took out his sword, swung it in the air and made a slicing motion!
The whole movement was completed smoothly, without any hesitation or restraint.