One month later.

Yang Ye was seated cross-legged on a mountain with his eyes closed, and a sword was floating in front of him.

Yang Ye hadn’t chosen to temper his body every single day throughout this month. He’d chose to temper his body in the morning, and then cultivate sword techniques and comprehend the Sword Dao through the afternoon and night.

After all, the sword was his foundation, and his physical body was only supplementary. So, he naturally has to ...