After nearly half a month of recuperation, Teng Qianzhang had recovered significantly. Although his Cultivation Level had been crippled, he still had a foundation in martial arts and appeared quite robust.
At this moment, he stood in a somewhat dilapidated courtyard where an old man of about fifty was practicing his swordplay. He moved with the agility and grace of a swimming dragon; his sword thrusting, slashing, cutting, and flicking with unpredictable speed.
He rushed toward a cluster of lit incense that resembled a dense forest. In the darkness, the tips of the sticks flickered with red light, looking like a swarm of countless fireflies. He thrust his sword out with incredible speed.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
In a single instant, he had struck out an unknown number of times, and the entire patch of incense was extinguished in a flash, as if snuffed out all at once. The speed was terrifying.
"Such a fast sword," Teng Qianzhang said, clapping vigorously and shouting with excitement.
