"Draw your sword!"
The dark, chilly night enveloped Ye Xuan as he stood in the Sword Tomb, repeatedly practicing the motion of drawing his sword, muttering to himself, "Draw the sword! Keep drawing the sword..."
Ye Xuan had been practicing since morning, spending the entire day focused on drawing his sword. Just as the Sword Demon had said before, although drawing a sword seemed like a simple action, it determined a swordsman's life or death.
Through his actions, the Sword Demon demonstrated to Ye Xuan the true importance of drawing a sword.
Having practiced swordsmanship for years, Ye Xuan considered himself peerless, but in the presence of the Sword Demon, he didn't even have the qualification to draw his sword. If this were a real battle, Ye Xuan, unable to draw his sword, would likely have been killed.
For this reason alone, Ye Xuan was determined to practice drawing his sword.
