Suddenly, a cry was heard in the night sky in front of the palace.
The nightly wind was disrupted and the reflection of the stars on the two oval surface was messed up.
If if it was a pool of water, it was as if someone threw a rock inside the pool.
Wen Shui Sword and Iron Rule were separated for the first time since its encounter.
Then they clashed against each other again.
In a single moment, the two swords struggled against each other for dozens of times.
That loud cry was the sound of two swords clashing. Because it was too fast and the noises too rapid, it seemed to not stop in between.
The clashing noise suddenly stopped, and so did the wind.
Two shadows separated from each other and stood on the ground. Just like before, dozens of yards apart.
Tang Thirty Six lowered his head and glanced at the floor.
Now the wind and sword was calm, the wild grass once again stood straight.
Except earlier that grass was beside his heels. Now it was in front of his shoes.
Tang Thirty Six raised his head and looked at Qi Jian who was on the other side. He noticed that thin youngster was still standing in the original position.
“You are good.”