บท 228: You Really Have Many Good Things. They're All Mine Now! (1)

The next day.

Han Zhao woke up early and walked to the courtyard for morning practice.

It had been seven years since he came to this world.

Other than going out to do some work or traveling, nothing else could disrupt his schedule.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard, a saber and a sword hanging from his waist, his right hand holding the hilt of his sword.

As true qi was infused into the Afterlife Sword, his entire aura became sharp.

Listening to the sound of the wind and the rustling of the branches and leaves of the newly planted tree, he naturally closed his eyes and gradually restrained his aura.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

It was as if a treasure sword had been unsheathed in his eyes.

Whoosh!

The sword shot out like a dragon, and a sword light that was like silver frost flashed across the courtyard!

"Clang!"

Han Zhao sheathed his sword.

Buzz buzz buzz!