After storing away the herbs properly, Mo Wangchen returned once again to his room.
He sat cross-legged, took out the Yuanhong Sword, and gently brushed his hand over the scabbard, "Over the past month, my swordsmanship has improved a lot, and half a month ago, I inadvertently touched upon some kind of Empty Spirit State."
"In that state, it felt as if everything around me was cut off from myself, as if in a state of self-forgetfulness, but, there was also a strange feeling…"
As he talked to himself, Mo Wangchen placed the Yuanhong Sword in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowed, and flashes of sharp light passed through his gaze. Taking a deep breath, he entered again into a state of closed eyes.
He wanted to try to see if he could enter that magical state once again.