Qin Wentian didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and reviewed everything he had experienced in the past year. Although his cultivation level remained the same, the state of his heart had undergone a qualitative change. Also, especially for his second-level insights into the Mandate of Sword, the improvements was remarkable.
Qin Wentian sank his perception into the sword manual. As the streams of information imprinted themselves on his mind, he could only marvel at the intricacies and tyranny of this swordplay. The power it was capable of unleashing wouldn’t lose out to Heavenly Swordplay, one of the nine ultimate arts. In fact, it even exceeded it.