The next day.
The roosters crow, the eastern sky turns white. Li Xian rises at the sound of the chickens and is already practicing swordsmanship. The Sinking River Sword is three feet long and two fingers wide, its cold gleam bursting, capable of slicing iron like mud.
It can create waves when playing with water.
Day and night alternate, the sunlight slants. Li Xian's sword tip catches the sunlight, slowly guiding it. The Setting Sun Bloodsword reaches peak mastery, unexpectedly guiding the sunlight to follow the sword's movement. It draws an arc of light.
In the haze, purple qi seems to gather. Li Xian slows down his sword techniques, performing various profound moves in succession: Three Days of Prosperity, Hanging Sun, Setting Sun Like Blood, Blazing Sun in the Sky... He focuses on intention, ignoring form, allowing the Yang Sword to fly gracefully without dispersing a trace of scorching waves.
