Days passed, and as the countdown to the Swordsmanship Tournament began, the Imperial Capital grew even livelier than usual.
Yet, the Haoran Sect remained as quiet and deserted as ever.
With the Haoran Sect's destruction, Su Han's fearsome reputation had only grown. Aside from the palace maids and attendants he brought with him, no one else dared to approach the area.
At the bottom of the waterfall, Su Han and his two companions were enduring the pounding torrent of water.
Su Han's expression was calm, showing no signs of strain. His Physical Body was simply too powerful; the water did little to enhance it. He was primarily here to temper his Divine Sense.
Beside him, Li Qingyue was gritting her teeth, silently enduring the relentless assault of the water, her eyes filled with fierce determination.
In contrast, Li Mingliang, despite being slightly stronger, was already wavering and about to collapse.
SPLASH!
