On the sixth floor of the Seventy-Two Swords, before the stone door that led to the most crucial location.0

Wang Sheng stood in a bow stance. His right hand gripped his sword at the hilt, and his index finger pressed along the spine of the sword. He had aligned his longsword in a straight line with his arm.0

A green glow enveloped his blade, but it gradually faded into specks of light that slowly drifted back into the stone door. They were reminiscent of fireflies on a summer night.0

Two streams of tears slid from the corners of Wang Sheng's eyes as he slowly sheathed his sword and stood motionless for a long time. He did not know why he cried, but he couldn't stop it. It was likely the influence of Autumn Departure.0

Having now tasted the bitterness of sorrow, one could say that the coolness of autumn was quite nice. Thankfully, Wang Sheng's thoughts were clear and his heart free of burdens. Otherwise, he might have broken down into sobs then and there.0

Using sword intent to affect an opponent's emotions was a common application of the Realm of Sword Momentum, the Dao of the Sword's third realm.0

Strictly speaking, the formation spirit was only supposed to contest Wang Sheng using sword intent and sword...2