"There's still something lacking in the sensation," Lu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes in the bamboo building.
Clutching that unvanished sparkle of spiritual light in his mind, he had contemplated the Destruction True Intent for another ten days, yet he still couldn't cross that threshold.
Calm and composed, he regulated his breath before slowly rising to his feet.
First, he habitually took out his Sword Token to see if anyone had sent him a sword message during his seclusion.
It was usually empty.
After all, although he had been a member of the Sword Sect for three years, apart from Ji Chuan, his relations with others were generally superficial.
However, this time, there was a flicker of spiritual light on the Sword Token.
Someone is looking for me? Who could it be?
Lu Qingshan was somewhat surprised.
With this thought, he sent his Divine Sense into it.
There were not just one but two sword messages.
The first message was sent by Uncle-Master Xi Xiang.
