Chapter 1492: I Miss Them
A heavy rain left the mountain air crisp and refreshed.
Sword in hand, Chen Changsheng stood in the courtyard, recalling the stances and forms of his early years.
Yet he found the weapon growing increasingly awkward in his grasp.
It was no fault of the sword, but of the man wielding it.
He was far from the effortless grace he had once possessed.
Every strike was bogged down in rigid form. Or perhaps, when he drew the blade, he simply no longer knew what he meant to cut down.
Over these long years, he had tried to understand certain truths.
It was much like practicing the sword. When many swordsmen gripped their hilts, they never truly understood why they wielded a blade in the first place.
Some might even go to their graves without ever grasping a sword's meaning.