In the days that followed, Bai Zihan returned to a relatively quiet routine.
Every morning, he would practice his sword.
Standing alone within the Bai Clan's training grounds, his blade moved with sharp precision.
Each swing cut through the air cleanly. With Intermediate Sword Intent, it would not be wrong to say that Bai Zihan was among the best swordsmen in the Empire.
Still, practice made perfect.
Although his cultivation had already reached the Void Refinement Realm, Bai Zihan had no intention of slowing down. If anything, he pushed himself even harder.
Sword practice.
Cultivation.
Short breaks in between.
Day after day, his routine remained almost identical. Or so he thought.
One afternoon, just as Bai Zihan finished his training and was preparing to return to cultivation, a servant approached him.
"Young Master, the Clan Leader wishes to see you."
???
Bai Zihan was confused by the sudden summons.
