At the same time.
Jianghai Martial Arts Academy.
Public Training Hall.
The pendant lights on the ceiling cast a brilliant glow.
Beneath them was a group of students, both male and female, all dressed in training uniforms.
A Sword Dao cultivation class was in session.
"...The final step is a downward diagonal strike to the southeast. That concludes the general principles of the Taiyin Moonlight Sword Technique. Everyone, pay close attention to the path of my sword as I demonstrate."
Li Zixuan, clad in white, executed a flourish with a wooden practice sword. As she moved through the forms, the bright light reflected on her gentle, beautiful face, making her look like a celestial fairy under the moonlight, her aura transcendent.
Every strike was fluid and exquisite, having reached the pinnacle of Sword Intent.
Below, many students gazed at her, whispering among themselves.
Flowers bloom and fall, fall and bloom again; the youths of the martial world grow old.
