Xuan Yue ran up to Ah Dai excitedly, asking, "What are you planning on showing me?"
Ah Dai looked at her and replied, "I am going to try to chop the wall. Stand back, so you don't get hurt by the backlash."
A glimmer of surprise flickered in Xuan Yue's eyes. "You're capable of worrying about people?" she asked, stepping back a few paces.
In reality, Ah Dai wasn't concerned for her but for himself. He feared if Xuan Yue was injured again, she would blame him and make him serve even longer as her lackey—a prospect that terrified him.
Ah Dai grasped the Tian Gang Sword with both hands, raising it above his head. His True Qi began to flow naturally within him. A faint white light emitting a sacred aura radiated from him. The Sword's light, matching his height, flickered with a fighting spirit. Taking a sudden step forward, Ah Dai bellowed, and with a splitting chop, he slashed at the wall before him.