Ji Nanjue's ice-blue hair was scattered wildly.
Su Bei bit her lips tightly, pinched her own thigh, and gasped for air as she looked at the sword in the distance.
It occurred to her that if Shangguan Wendao saw this scene, he would probably cut down his "greatly filial" disciple with a single stroke. He'd scold, "I, this old man, showed you Sword Ten for you to learn Rolling Wave! And you're here pondering how to use Sword One, how to go deeper with it?!"
...
Above the sky, Shangguan Wendao took a deep breath. He rose into the air from the small boat, no longer holding a fishing rod but an Ancient Bronze Long Sword.
With thunderous sword sounds, comparable to roaring thunder, echoing around, water vapor surged like a vast sea of fog. The tornadoes on the river's surface began to slowly rise, lifted by Shangguan Wendao's sword, resembling a raging Sky River.
