Chapter 11: Transmigrator Chat Group
Ming Feng grew silent.
In his hand is a white jade. This white jade would occasionally pulse with red light. It is this red light which brings him some comfort.
This is because the jade contains Ming Ye life-imprint.
If not for this, Ming Feng would have assumed Ming Ye is dead.
Meanwhile, in Shi Jing courtyard, it was quiet after the department of the Sword Cloud Manor visitor.
Right now, he is practicing the One Autumn Stroke. His movement was an imitation, similar to a rough sketch, not the entirety of it.
This was because he was afraid that the stick in his hand would not be able to handle the force of his spiritual essence.
The reason he was doing this is to comprehend the other sword art he obtained in the iron-clawed bear cave.
[Sword Art: Spring Mist Cloud (Heaven-Grade, Incomplete)]
"Maybe I’m a visual learner? Why can’t I do it as easily as the Ming family’s sword art?" He murmured to himself.
Compare to grasping the One Autumn Stroke, this was much more difficult.