When Shao Zifeng returned to the hotel, his mind was still replaying Li Tianwen's blade technique.
With just a flick of the wrist, the blade's momentum effortlessly shifted, smooth from start to finish without the slightest hint of hesitation. He himself had tried several times, but no matter how subtle the wrist flick, the long blade would momentarily pause due to inertia after being lifted.
Unfortunately, Li Tianwen was unwilling to take him on as a disciple but had agreed to find him a retired military blade expert as a coach after the virus issue was dealt with.
After a quick wash, Shao Zifeng took the Whale Horn Blade to the living room, ready to test the actual effects of this special blade.
Scanning the living room, Shao Zifeng placed a roll of paper on the coffee table.
His hair fluttered slightly, ice-blue pupils instantly filled his eye sockets, and the phantom fish fins attached to his ears swayed on their own without any wind.
