After practicing the Shadow Burst Fist for a while, Lin Chen stopped and gazed at the mountains and dense forest beneath his feet, lost in thought.
The forest filled the scene, a faint mist shrouded the mountains and woods, beams of sunlight seemingly pierced into the mist like longswords, giving off a mysterious feeling.
At that moment, Lin Chen seemed to sense something. With a flick of his hand, the Tianyan Ancient Sword landed in his palm.
Lin Chen looked down the mountain, witnessing the vast forest swaying in the wind like waves, strands of sunshine breaking through the clouds and illuminating the landscape, a truly beautiful sight.
Lin Chen frowned as he gazed at the scenery before him, falling into deep contemplation.
After a long while, as if he had figured something out, Lin Chen slowly raised the Tianyan Ancient Sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes.
