Amidst the night, the oil lamp flickered, casting uneven outlines within the room.
The smoke in front twisted like a serpent, floating before Qin An's eyes.
At the moment Qin An sheathed his sword, his gaze burned intensely at the text formed by the smoke ahead.
A multitude of words gradually took shape.
[You cultivated Weak Water Three Blade, triggering the butcher talent, but unfortunately, the talent is insufficient, with no progress made]
[Distracted and troubled, you made a decision to ignite the blood and energy within you]
[After sitting idly for years, you burned a large amount of blood and energy, eventually gaining insight and comprehending Weak Water Three Blade]
[Weak Water Three Blade (First Understanding)]
When the words formed by the smoke fully solidified, a vast amount of sword skills transformed into streams of light and entered Qin An's brow.
