Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The piercing gale blew Luo Feng's robes so that they snapped and fluttered.
Luo Feng sat at the bow of the boat; with no hull to shield him, the raging sky-wind immediately struck him head-on, slicing about like knives, wantonly cutting, to the extent that even his Protective Gang Energy could not completely ward it off.
With his eyes slightly closed, Luo Feng carefully felt the flow of air around the boat's hull, and from that ever-changing flux, he grasped the fleeting, myriad transformations of the wind's intent realm.
Luo Feng had long since discovered that the first three forms of the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber—Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills, Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky, and Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting—contained the cycles of the four seasons, their intent realms closely intertwined with the images of the seasons.
