He focused his mind, then gazed at the sword marks on the ground.
The depths of his eagle-like eyes seemed to sink further inwards, transforming into deep caverns, harboring countless sighs and puzzles.
"It's indeed as the Sword God said, a swordsman has the sword in heart; with or without a sword in hand, one can still prevail."
"Eh, this old man has learned something new."
Shang Sufeng clasped his fists and bowed, extremely humbly.
When he made such a gesture, no one thought it improper.
The Sword God is nearly transcendent, and before him, even a Master Miao Di, who has mastered his art to perfection without flaws, still has a long path to walk.
"However, this old man still has a doubt."
"Please speak."
Shang Sufeng, pointing to the sword marks on the ground, said: "With a thousand swords resonating, there is also this Sword Qi. Is it true that once one achieves unity of heart and sword, they can possess such profound techniques to externalize True Qi?"
