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The bright moon went into hiding, and the radiant sun rose as normal.
It was a new day again.
It was rare for Ning Yao to enjoy such a good sleep, and she wiped her mouth after she woke up. She stood up and stretched lazily, after which she directly jumped on her sword and flew down the great wall, heading back to the city in the north in a carefree manner.
Even though Chen Ping'an had seen many immortals flying through the sky in a dashing manner before — Ning Yao in the very beginning, Wind Snow Temple's Wei Jin afterward, Liu Baqiao, and many more immortals on the kun ship — he still felt like Ning Yao's figure was extremely refreshing when she flew on her sword, no matter how many times he looked at her. Of course, he felt envious of her as well.
Chen Ping'an returned to the small thatched cottage and ate some breakfast. Afterward, he walked along the northern parapet from left to right, practicing walking meditation and fist techniques as he did so. He was very adept at this already, and he could complete this training with his eyes closed the entire time.
Before leaving, Ning Yao had told him that she might not have the time to visit him on the city wall today. Thus, Chen Ping'an brought some food with him and planned to walk further down the wall this time.
Perhaps because he had been too close to the old sword immortal's cultivation space before, there had been very few sword cultivators in the area. While training near the thatched cottage, Chen Ping'an had only come across the old sword immortal with the surname Qi and Lord Hidden Official, the little girl who had killed the most Middle Five Tier demons on the Sword Qi Great Wall.
After walking down the right side of the great wall for an entire day, Chen Ping'an came across many more sword cultivators, old and young, male and female. Some were youths coming to the great wall to absorb sword intent and temper their Sword Dao, and these individuals would often practice sword techniques by themselves or silently comprehend Dao. There were also some sword cultivators who patrolled the great wall in groups.
However, without exception, not a single person greeted Chen Ping'an when they saw the young boy with a sword case on his back practicing fist techniques. There was only indifference in their eyes.
Only after experiencing this did Chen Ping'an finally understand the old sword immortal's words somewhat. Here on the great wall, it was best not to cause trouble for others or oneself.
Noon arrived, and Chen Ping'an sat on the parapet and ate the dried meat and desserts that Ning Yao had given him. He chewed slowly, and he saw a group of twenty or so young boys and young girls walking over from the distance. Their sword strikes were intense and orderly, and their movements agile and energetic. Their sword techniques were artful yet simple, and their sword intent leaned toward deadly and dark.
There was a middle-aged sword cultivator with a single arm nimbly walking behind the formation of youths and providing...
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