Ten feet.

Seven feet.

Three feet... He approached quietly, but the woman seemed unaware and showed no reaction at all.

finally.

When he was still ten feet away from the woman, the woman seemed to wake up from a dream and turned around. Looking at the vast, dreamlike clouds in front of her, she suddenly whispered: "Junior brother?"

"I am here."

"Will you always practice swordsmanship?"

"meeting."

"If you become powerful in the future, very powerful, even more powerful than the ancestor... can I still watch you practice swordsmanship like I am now..."

"..."

The young man was silent for a moment and nodded: "Of course."

I don't know if it's an illusion.

He seemed to hear a sigh, which was full of relief, relief, and... loss.

He didn't delve into it.

Because he has no time, and because he knows very well that the current opportunity is the best opportunity, or perhaps his only chance.

Slowly raise your arms.

The sharp sword that had been with him for thirty years was entwined with sharp edges, and the fine sword intent at the tip was concealed, as if the killing blow was hidden!

He is very calm.

He is very patient.

So his movements are also very slow, because he wants to be foolproof.

Time passes quietly.

Just when the tip of the sword was about to touch the woman's back, an arm suddenly stretched out from the side and grasped the sword body.
Chapter completed!